[It was an odd passenger, too-- more like a remnant, an echo, a shadow of some entity that was abyssal and wondrous. It's bioluminescent tentacles had latched fast onto the unlucky traveller's soul without any obvious beginning or end.
But, the way Athena smiled-- bright, eager-- suggested that this was a non issue.]
Oh, are you a-- gosh, what did Anya call it? A death-speaker? A plane-walker?
[The words-- the former describing her bubbly partner, the other describing Athena-- had been dropped as carelessly as the young mariner had tossed the ropes that held what was left of her broken ship to the dock. They were meaningless to Athena, but maybe they meant something to this stranger.]
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But, the way Athena smiled-- bright, eager-- suggested that this was a non issue.]
Oh, are you a-- gosh, what did Anya call it? A death-speaker? A plane-walker?
[The words-- the former describing her bubbly partner, the other describing Athena-- had been dropped as carelessly as the young mariner had tossed the ropes that held what was left of her broken ship to the dock. They were meaningless to Athena, but maybe they meant something to this stranger.]