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@faenet event: favorite scenes

↳ No one had bothered to confirm or even notice that Ianthe’s marker stone had moved five feet to the right, too busy with my parading arrival to spy a phantom wind slide it through the grass. It took Ianthe longer than anyone else to look. To turn to see that the sun’s power was not filling her, blessing her. I released the damper on the power that I had unleashed in Hybern, my body turning incandescent as light shone through. Pure as day, pure as starlight.