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So he's gone.
She's never sent anyone unsent before, only the unformed spirits of the recent dead. She mourns the Master Shark, and it doesn't make it any easier to remember the kind of dry amusement he'd have at the idea of such a thing.
One of these days, she thinks, she won't cry. Until then, she can only be glad that Lulu isn't here to see it.
It's cold out here; she doesn't feel it the way humans from another world might, but shed of the cloak a summoner's focus brings, she does feel it, and her business here is done. With one last look at Black Pearl, she picks her staff back up and looks towards the door.
She's never sent anyone unsent before, only the unformed spirits of the recent dead. She mourns the Master Shark, and it doesn't make it any easier to remember the kind of dry amusement he'd have at the idea of such a thing.
One of these days, she thinks, she won't cry. Until then, she can only be glad that Lulu isn't here to see it.
It's cold out here; she doesn't feel it the way humans from another world might, but shed of the cloak a summoner's focus brings, she does feel it, and her business here is done. With one last look at Black Pearl, she picks her staff back up and looks towards the door.