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Chapter 30 by Cantalope Cantalope

What does Sabine decide?

Convince Indra

You push away your jealousy. Your son could make his own choices, you just wanted him to be happy. Now that you'd set aside your inner demons, no pun intended, the decision seemed obvious. As innocently as you can, you arch into Indra's embrace, nuzzling against her neck as you whisper, "I don't know if I can make it all by myself... could you... I mean, would you be against..." You leave the question hanging as the witch pulls back, regarding you with an uncertain expression. Since your recent 'awakening' you seemed to be more keyed in to others 'interests', you could tell Indra was definitely attracted to you on a physical level but she was holding herself back. Her face resolves into a stern expression and her mouth opens to tell you some bullshit about 'self growth' but you thrust your chest forward and give her a wide-eyed, pleading look. She stutters.


It takes some convincing and you have to discreetly undo a few buttons of your shirt but eventually Indra caves and consents to show you the way,"at least to the mountains" she grumbles. You smirk behind her back, rolling your eyes. Like she'd be able to fight off a demon in her own mind, what was she thinking sending me in there? You get the impression the witch really didn't want to get involved but also didn't want a demon army rolling across the land, burning and ****. She must get awfully lonely out here, she didn't seem to be the kind of woman to let her physical desires get the better of her. Then again, she probably justified going with you as making sure the sword got to Gerlangen.

She takes a few minutes to pack a rucksack and you get a few glimpses of her "tools of the trade", small animal bones and unpleasantly colored phials. You cringe at what you're pretty sure is a pickled eyeball and avert your eyes. When the sun is lower in the sky than you would have liked (Indra refuses to spend the night here, 'too much time has already been wasted') she grabs a walking stick, dons a dark cloak, and ushers you out the door.

Your travels?

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