“You’ll go back,” Thal said, more an observation than a question.
With the memory sold, the vendor gave her a token: a key carved from something that looked like night and starlight fused together. “For doors that open once every other tide,” the woman said. “Use it with care.” adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot
Hot. The word slackened something behind her ribs. In the navy, "hot" had many meanings—urgent, dangerous, freshly forged, dangerously alluring. Here it might mean temperature, or fever, or a path newly primed by the world’s pulse. Belfast rolled the pouch’s strap over her shoulder and started downhill, elated and wary in equal measure. “You’ll go back,” Thal said, more an observation
When at last she found a seam in reality that hinted at the navy she came from—a tidepool where the green sun refracted into an arch of familiar constellations—Belfast paused. She was not the person who had arrived; the world had taken some things and given others. Her hands were streaked with foreign dust and still bore the faint luminescence of the mote. Her voice had accumulated accents—now softer around the edges. Thal stood beside her, expression folded into the kind of friendship that doesn’t demand belonging. “Use it with care
“You’ll be noticed,” Thal replied. “And every world takes its tithe.”