Teller of Fate
Third Movement: Dævara and Bradwold
Chapter Twenty-Five
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The elf made her way to Glyph in less than a day.
The Garda seemed to like her well enough; they raised no fuss at her arrival. It took her weeks to get settled properly.
Fortune tellers were plentiful, but the Syrat was distrusted here for reasons other than the obvious, reasons she wouldn’t learn about for years.
She ended up as a whore at a place called the Blue Griffin. The owner, Gregarrt, was both big and big hearted. He hadn’t had an elf whore in his establishment in some time. There was no shortage of customers out for a little novelty.
She managed to sneak in a bit of Telling, eventually.
Greg didn’t approve but put up little fuss. Dæv brought in a lot of money and was less trouble than most of his staff.
As the years passed, she let her heart heal over as much as it could and plied her trades with her usual sexy charm.
She even made new friends and began to laugh and enjoy life again. The Nonspace City had such blessings to bestow on all her wayward children.
Still, she was not prepared for it.
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Bradwold the Pretty Man walked up to her one day and spun her around gently. She heard the large, scarred man who’d been chatting her up object loudly.
A shout from a stone troll interrupted the hiss of a dagger being drawn from its sheath. The troll, one of the bouncers of the Blue Griffin, strode past her holding the unfortunate fellow off the ground by one arm.
All of this was background ephemera to Dæv.
Bradwold hadn’t aged a day since that painful parting on Midgard. He had the same smile, the same hair, the same eyes.
His eyes! That look was back in his eyes. The look he’d first given her.
Before he’d ever spoken.
Before he’d first sat.
Before she’d shamed her mother and her adopted kin by twisting his Fate.
The look that said, clear as words, that he’d loved her from the moment they’d met.
And all he had done was smile.
In truth, that was all he had had to do.
She moved into his arms and kissed him through her tears.
— Gideon Jagged
Innsmouth, August 2026
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