#sometimes i'm like 'maybe im too subtle with never actually saying ashenivir is trans'

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Chapter Three

In which it's time for some good old Ashenivir angst, and the romance part of this erotic romance starts to earn its keep.

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The air smelt different. Brighter? Fresher? A cool breeze brushed Ashenivir’s skin, a shiver catching him by surprise. “Surface in five!” Master Do’tyl announced. “The shrine’s making ready for us—there’ll be hot food and plenty of wine tonight!” A cheer erupted down the entire length of the caravan, the loudest it had been since they’d left Mythen Thaelas. Ashenivir’s spine prickled with anticipation, his stomach awash with nerves. The surface! In no time at all he’d be up on the skin of the world, with nothing above him but endless sky. “Here,” Rizeth said, depositing a bundle of heavy fabric into his arms. “It is autumn on the surface; it will be colder than you are used to.” It was a cloak, of similar kind to the one he’d replaced his own piwafwi with the day before. Ashenivir didn’t have a piwafwi to swap out, or any cloak at all—he hadn’t even remembered to bring the one Keszriin had gifted him at graduation, a fact he’d kicked himself for not long after they’d left. The wool he now wrapped around his shoulders was twice as warm as that one, though, and much more practical. He fingered the soft grey fur at his neck. Autumn. The surface changed, didn’t it, as the year rolled by; cold and heat in a regular cycle, wind and rain, mist and snow, thunder and lightning and— “I take it you are excited.” Rizeth’s voice held the subtle cadence of amusement that warmed Ashenivir without need for a fine fur-collared cloak. “It can’t all be true, can it? All the things I’ve read?” “Certainly not all the things you have read,” Rizeth said. “But you will see for yourself soon enough.”

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