Many strategies were laid out in the hour that followed, mostly based on certain 'contingencies,' Bethiv called them. I felt a little out of place, for all my visions were consumed by uncertainty and focused on Fate. There was no planning for a god, no back-up plan in case something went wrong. Last time, we'd been lucky enough to escape. I wasn't counting on that again. Two paths were colliding, and reality itself would bear witness to that which emerged on top.
I left early, slipping away while everyone's attention was focused on the map. Well, not everyone. As I walked through the ruined village, I felt something stir the air and turned, finding Jessia trailing after me.
"Jessia." My fingers curled into my skirt.
"Don't give me that look. We're allies, remember?" She tried to saunter closer, but Luxxa stepped in her way, frowning deeply.
"What do you want?"
"I don't know," Jessia admitted. "Just curious, I guess. Have you really thought this through?"
My tail twitched.
