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Belfast fingered one of the vials. Its content was smoke-fine and looked like the inside of a pocketwatch. For a moment, she thought of a dockside night, of distant foghorns, and of hands steady as oaks. The vendor watched her as a cat watches rain. “You’ll need something for the tithe,” the woman said. “A memory, a name, a promise. Nothing leaves here without a price.”

When at last she found a seam in reality that hinted at the navy she came from—a tidepool where the green sun refracted into an arch of familiar constellations—Belfast paused. She was not the person who had arrived; the world had taken some things and given others. Her hands were streaked with foreign dust and still bore the faint luminescence of the mote. Her voice had accumulated accents—now softer around the edges. Thal stood beside her, expression folded into the kind of friendship that doesn’t demand belonging. adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot

Belfast looked at the navy-shaped hole in the world and allowed herself a small, unguarded grin. “Of course,” she said. “Some things are sea-shaped.” Belfast fingered one of the vials

“You’re observant,” Belfast replied. She stood, getting the angle on the silhouette. “And you’re not from a navy I recognize.” The vendor watched her as a cat watches rain