The flowers that burn and are not consumed do mind her of the garden-conservatories that her lover Befutiq showed her in the City of Brass, and regret stabs at her heart, for everything that she'll never have, never do.

But she accepts reality, immediately, for that is what Keepers are, and the purpose to which dath ilan made them: to realize not eventually but now.

Pilar looks about herself, but there is no one here to greet her, and this narrow canyon is ill-made for meetings.  So she casts Fly, divine magic in imitation of wizard magic, and rises up up up and up through stony walls and gold-glowing flowers, until the blue sky of Elysium widens in her sight like a mouth opening to swallow her.

The flowers that burn and are not consumed do mind her of the garden-conservatories that her lover Befutig showed her in the City of Brass, and regret stabs at her heart, for everything that she'll never have, never do.

But she accepts reality, immediately, for that is what Keepers are, and the purpose to which dath ilan made them: to realize not eventually but now.

Pilar looks about herself, but there is no one here to greet her, and this narrow canyon is ill-made for meetings.  So she casts Fly, divine magic in imitation of wizard magic, and rises up up up and up through stony walls and gold-glowing flowers, until the blue sky of Elysium widens in her sight like a mouth opening to swallow her.