Switched Targets

"Switched Targets" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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When Milae opened his eyes, he was surrounded in darkness. It was warm, stretching miles and miles all around him. Something sloshed around his ankles when he moved, and the darkness shifted before settling into nothing.
Milae. It was barely a whisper.
Before he was fully awake, he yanked his fists up to his shoulders on reflex, and his stomach rolled when it didn’t work. He remembered. His throat began to constrict.
“Show yourself.” He was fairly certain the Norns wouldn’t play this game with him after leaving them for good.
Hush. She’ll hear us.
There was another ripple across. The space before him quivered and straightened into something like a glass sheet, and a hazy mist appeared on the other side.
There was a pause that felt almost thoughtful. And familiar. You severed yourself from them and lost your power.
There was a slight prickle down his spine as his crest instinctively bristled. “How do you know that?”
The mist seemingly shrugged. She’s been watching you.
It seemed to regard him again for a long time before shifting and turning a soft blue.
But she’s not interested in you anymore. Not after your decision.
Milae relaxed slightly, rubbing a hoof over his still-raw arms. “I knew the first part...but not the second.” He was quiet for a long minute, eyeing the mist before him.
“How can I trust you? How do I know this is not a trap set up by Frigga herself?” He couldn’t not be suspicious; it ran too deeply in his blood after everything he’d been through.
The mist thinned out a little. She is keeping her eye on another person so you won’t be hearing from her. You can ask the Bookkeeper to confirm that.
Have you found the one you’ve been looking for? It turned green this time.
He took a measured breath, still finding it a bit difficult. “No,” he said quietly. “She is...I don’t know how to reach her. If Frigga no longer vests interest in me, then maybe there is a better chance of finding her another way. But I have no leads.”
The mist turned gold, then shifted again, but this time taking shape, blurry and fuzzy, but he could just make out their features. Golden hair and golden eyes staring at him in concern. You should find the one that looks like me.
Milae frowned and tilted his head, extending his neck out slightly to get a better look. “Eir?” he said in disbelief. “But Frigga...she’s taken you, she’s taken all of you...”
Not all of us. It felt like it was a struggle to keep herself present. Static rippled across her forehead. There is one more, and she is here. You must find the one with the same essence of Eir. It won’t be present all the time, but there will be windows of opportunity for it to peek through. And you’ll know that it’s her. 
"I'll find her." The uncertainty losing shape in his heart steeled back into stiff resolve. "What do I say to her?"
Anything you want. Don’t overthink it. You’ve met already. Just get her to remember.
The separation between them warped alarmingly, almost obscuring both of them from each other’s line of sight.
She whirled around. I’ve been here too long. I need to go.
For some reason, he wanted to reach out and hold on, and not let go. But instead, Milae simply nodded, stepping back as well. “I assume I shall, as well. Thank you.”
Don’t forget to talk to the Bookkeeper. Eir gave him a gentle smile as she faded away. She fizzed out to almost nothing, before she morphed into someone familiar. Dark fur that waved in nonexistent wind, and bright blue eyes that bore into his. Take care.
She disappeared, and Milae woke up in a cold sweat.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Yun Milae
Category:Eir