Riga's Vision from Noska's Sword

Riga's senses numb as she is transported, in a way. It feels not unlike witnessing the Runekeeper tell stories as Ravik got marked, but... it is less like you are witness, and more like you are character. Yes.

You are a seed. You are life in a state of potential, not growing nor dying. You simply exist.

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One holds you. You are still seed, but more than potential, now; you are possibility made reality. You are whole.

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Abandoned. One cannot hold you anymore; you are possibility again, left to fall onto dirt and blossom alone. You cannot stand being potential forever.

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You are whole. You are held, and swung, and polished and stowed. You are your purpose. You are life.

But... what is this? This life. This death. This... potential, added to yourself. It has come the time to grow.