It was odd. It was like a spell had broken, and they finally felt free after months of curling in on themself tighter and tighter as the ring wrapped itself around their entire being. They didn’t feel that cold airiness that had made its home in their fingertips, or that ballooning pressure behind their eyes which they’d given up taking paracetamol for, or the giddy butterflies which trembled excitedly in their stomach every time they saw someone perched a little too high, a little too precarious, with a little wobble in their step which could so easily send them sprawling for everyone to watch…
It just wasn’t there.
Or: After burning her Vast ring, Morgan reflects on the damage it's done, and gets some (bad) advice from a friend.