"Who was this creature? What was she doing there? I wasn't hallucinating, right? Right?! Oh, c'mon, can't anyone just answer me for once?"
I asked this question again and again for an hour straight now. It became madness, pure madness by now, to keep doing that and hoping that somebody would actually reply.
After the end of my astral projection testing, I declared that everything went well, but I wanted to think about some related things in peace. Now, while Amby was asleep, I was sitting in my office in front of a cup of tea, which went cold a long while ago.
There was nobody else here—I told even the Attendants to go to sleep. Still, it felt incredibly silly to talk to a damn cup of tea.
"Dalmanrach, aren't you watching me? Don't tell me you aren't listening to what I'm saying. You or somebody else… Dammit…" I sighed, reached out toward the cup and drank the tea in it in a few large gulps.
I was thirsty.
"This person was the Goddess of Hornets."
