And Here We Are Again

a meeting between Naga and the bald woman, who has made herself one of Naga's biggest targets thanks to the events which officially began here: Playing GodsI didn’t rush off to meet Nagaetros after his name was revealed to me, for while studying Shaw Haust is a driving passion, I had responsibilities elsewhere. I watch the futures develop with keen interest, and I inquire into fates and possibilities with zealous enthusiasm.
Imagine, if you will, the roots of a great tree. You, and for the present at least, I too, reside at that point where trunk meets soil and from there, the roots begin. They spread out and divide in a seemingly haphazard fashion, but this chaotic nature is illusory. Like water, the roots take the paths of least resistance. They will grow around denser bodies, and towards richer soils, and they will be stunted should they reach stone or void beneath them. You can map a tree’s roots without seeing the soil they pass through, and by all those tiny convolutions in the roots, it’s possible to understand the nature of the stuff it grows through.
I confess that this is a poor analogy, but it describes the pr
She got more than she had bargained for, and while she got the upper hand on Nagaetros momentarily, he is unlikely to give her the chance to do so again.
The Bald Woman belongs to and more reading material involving her can be found in my art trades folder in my favorites.
Nagaetros belongs to me.

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