update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/mitzvot/035.md

@@ -54,6 +54,18 @@ Eventually, however, coffee long gone, they forked. End Waking and True Name's d
 
 The four forks linked hands and paws and with nothing other than a shared shaky breath, stepped from the sim.
 
+End Waking immediately flinched. They found themselves in a boardroom. A large plain of a table, notepads and pens, a table against the wall with a pitcher of water and a stack of too-small glasses.
+
+And yet it still felt too small --- even to Ioan, who spent more of eir life inside than unbound in a forest, the ceiling was just a few inches too low, the chairs just a few inches too close to the walls. End Waking, who hadn't been indoors, never mind in a room too small, in nigh on a century, looked on the verge of panic. His eyes were wide, tail hiked and bristled, paws clenched in a way that reminded em even of May.
+
+"I do not know if I can--"
+
+May squeezed his paw tightly. "You do not need to keep these memories, skunk, but you cannot leave." She added in a near whisper,  "Please do not leave me."
+
+His nod was jerky, distracted, but was still a nod.
+
+And yet, the room was empty. *Perfect time to pull the late-to-the-meeting power move.*
+
 ((...))
 
 In the most stunning display of forking ey'd ever seen, True Name began to change.