02-24-2020, 10:51 PM
She stood over his shoulder as he rummaged through the Great One’s trunk. The obsession of his hunt: the skein of old. The markings were of Khylsty, but it was the Eye that showed her the true meaning. Her teeth bared in a smile hungry for victory. The towers of brown and green called. Through them, crimson and ash echoed like a song just out of hearing. She would not allow the Above newly rediscovered to fall to ruin. By the sheer strength of her will, she would not.
An eager nod agreed.
An eager nod agreed.
The Eye of the Khylsty