The Weight of Legacy

[Bonus] 49.1 - Surface Thoughts

A gentle sea breeze made its way through the floating platform, caressing its once intricate designs. Far too long ago for anyone to name a specific timeframe, this had served as a foundation for a small restaurant. It must have been quite stunning in its heyday, or so Sáinz considered. Now, it was naught but a sizable piece of antique concrete and weathered tiles. Each tile bore symmetrical designs, with matching dark corners that made their placement appear intentional, but as far as the individual figures went, She could find no pattern. The same went for the palette, in truth. She had once attempted to catalogue every color on it for curiosity’s sake, only to find every time She thought She had noted all down, a new one would appear on a previously-unseen tile.Had She been willing to explain how She obtained the entire thing, She might have sought to find and hire an expert on the matter. A historian or even a decorator, anyone who could explain why there was no rhyme or reason to this.

A single table with two chairs stood on the center of the platform. It went with the restaurant theme, certainly—not that She had any idea what had once been served in it. The top of the table was adorned by tiny mosaic tiles of its own, each sharp enough on their own right that Sáinz had long since concluded mortals of the past must have liked to live dangerously.

Warm tea awaited Her guest in a porcelain pot, from a set similarly salvaged. Its origin was far less clear to Sáinz, as was that of the tea. She had just found it by the beach one day.

The multicolored lights above began to shift, overwhelmed by myriad shades of purple.

Sáinz smiled, lifting Her teacup.

The figure of Eylo paused as it settled on the second chair.

Eylo conceded the point, sipping on the tea.

There was little use beating around the bush, then.

Eylo snapped back, though Their lips curved.

The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

Sáinz nodded. Though that was one facet of greater existences She would never understand, She could respect it.

At that, Sáinz flinched. The inability to bring back Her followers would be quite the setback, but She had not found Herself capable of doing it in the first place. Eylo’s words simply confirmed it.

Sáinz shrugged.

Eylo appeared wistful all of a sudden.

Sáinz sighed, raising her near-empty cup and moving it closer to Eylo.