For as much flack as I’m sure the Schemers will catch for the allocation of resources if Team Birdwatching survives their rescue mission—really would have been nice to have at least an Elf with a Flaming Censer, a few spare extra-armored Magpies, maybe the Guy Whose Whole Thing is Fire and Lightning (with a little Alter Self on for disguise) to keep this extremely self-sacrificing party from getting through the Tachonises’ foyer without every one of them clinging to life and strength by their fingertips as they venture into the chthonic dark—I am really glad that Brennan has honored Team Theater’s maximum safety measures by doing the realistic thing:
Letting the preparation pay off.
Azune and a fuckton of Magpies on security detail.
Murray with eyes on the crowd.
Vaelus and Hannan ready at the front row.
Hal and Thaisha locked and loaded in the wings.
Kattigan (unfortunately MIA, RIP) in the Tintazi Wood.
Plus! The surprise cavalry of the fairies!
Brennan looked at this whole layout, looked at the initial plan for a big Halovar fuss to throw a wrench into the works, and scrapped it as soon as Murray led the way to a little pixie prank shooing the Karen-descent Creed out the door with no disruptive violence at all. Because in the face of so much prep, the original planned out scuffle would have been moot bordering on pesteringly inorganic. The Hallowed Round is currently jacked with powerhouses and backup. Even if it was an overabundance of caution just in case something went scary with the paint-blood ritual, it circled back around to being extremely useful in being an already-primed rebel army presence ready to swat any outside enemy from fucking with the show.
Thjazi’s real plan for the Rungjani and the afterlife of the Dying Fields finally getting a bridge out of spectral torment gets to occur in all its grandeur and spiritual release with no interruption!
And all the people who most needed to witness this are witnessing it.
Hal and Thaisha actively forging this miraculous ritual and beholding it at the same time as their people’s souls are freed from the endless pain they died to save their descendants from. The intent of the rite transforming a sacrificial pit into a display of story, a story turning defeat into the stepping stone to victory, art uplifting the spirits of those it was made for, both in metaphor and truth. Thaisha herself is leading them to the Old Path! Hal and his play are holding the door open to the bridge between, knowing now that his brother never betrayed them, but gifted them something precious beyond words, all from beyond the grave!
Vaelus seeing the truth of what the Shapers’ rule was like to those outside their favor, which was so much of the world. Hannan weeps for the display. They clasp hands and lay the groundwork for another what may be another miracle, this one to their people and the Fae.
Murray reveling in the unique joy of being so convinced that something horrific was around the corner, primed with suspicion and worst-case scenarios, only to witness something almost deliriously wondrous in its benevolence and beauty. Sometimes it’s great to be wrong. Sometimes good things get to happen. Sometimes you can trust a rogue, even if the guy left a mountain of questions and gaps in intel behind him. Sometimes you get a damn good show.
Azune, still so steeped in crises of faith in his hero and his own identity, having that ever-heavier weight of doubt grow lighter in seeing what Thjazi Fang truly wanted come to fruition. A complicated man he might have been, perhaps not the best person to all who knew him, but a man striving to deliver the best lives and futures he could to others. And so he has here. Blood to paint, art into a bridge. What a relief, a miracle, a small step out of the mental and emotional quagmire, at least on one front.
RIP to the other tables, but I’m glad my guys got to have this all to themselves.