I think I might die today. Air rushes by and my stomach feels like it’s somewhere above me. Because I’m falling. Endlessly falling. Tairn roars, and it’s the panic, the pitch of that bellow that forces my eyes open just long enough to see him diving for me, but I can’t feel him in my head, can’t feel my feet on the Archives floor, can’t access my power. I’m cut off, no longer grounded.
