A certain heiress bit down with a frighteningly crunchy sound onto a dense hunk of nutrient rich bread. It had already been two days - TWO - since she had to soak herself in water *cold* enough to drop her Ogre fueled spike in… 'localized temperatures'. After that morning, she had made very little progress in very many areas.
"If only there was a way to maintain the connection of our fragments over such distances. A technique to bridge the gap between spirits and to feel each other's presence no matter how far apart we are."
The absence of her husband-wife was striking her harder than she wished. But even as she entertained the wistful thought while flailing her legs hanging off her work table, she already knew the dangers. It was not as though she was new to the concept of yearning and separation - or trying to find ways to solve or deal with it.
