This is a weird piece to open with, since it was done in the wake of terminating a relationship, but I guess it's a good mile marker on life's light rail line. (Okay, I need to work on those analogies.)

"Well, I hate seeing you two like this, but if that's how it's going to be..."

And so the pliosaur and dragon found themselves in a Gray Hand waiting room, marking time until the arrival of the next transport out. They didn't know where they were going, but Ori said he already had something lined up (although it wasn't quite ideal, it was familiar, and the licensing requirement was somewhat looser) and that Tankaa could probably find a job in Port Ops again, or transfer to Tanner's company.

And with that, we close a major chapter in my life. Don't worry, even though Tankaa and Ori are being Put On A Bus, we're going to continue following them. They are, after all, my protagonists.

Artwork, Tankaa, Ori © of me

...

"Oh, Tankaa? I just realized, we managed to evade th-"

"Shh. Talk about that too much and they'll both track us down for the sake of their amusement."