06-06-2018, 08:10 PM
If ever there was a time for the Eye to see, now was it. All of Armande's carefully laid plans unfurled like skin before her mind, but the path ahead was dark. In the moment, she clawed instinctively at her neck, only to recall at the last moment that the phallus of Rasputin was long gone. Her crystals remained, but the makings for the potions were lost to the depths.
She sneered. Good riddance, Vale's anger for the lack of Sight was displaced but genuine anyway. "I see only what I have seen before. The clearing among trees,"
she stumbled over the word, "and the one you called Apollyon knelt before you offering a crown."
Her eyes flicked open suddenly when an idea formed. "Perhaps if I had something of his that I could behold, then the Eye would be roused."
Until now, her only thoughts had been focused upon the Above. Now that she was here, it was almost like the Eye slumbered.
She turned back as curiousity chased away the defeat in order to stroke the object of Armande's fascination. Nothing about it conjured far-off visions, but she wasn't sure what to expect either.
She sneered. Good riddance, Vale's anger for the lack of Sight was displaced but genuine anyway. "I see only what I have seen before. The clearing among trees,"
she stumbled over the word, "and the one you called Apollyon knelt before you offering a crown."
Her eyes flicked open suddenly when an idea formed. "Perhaps if I had something of his that I could behold, then the Eye would be roused."
Until now, her only thoughts had been focused upon the Above. Now that she was here, it was almost like the Eye slumbered.
She turned back as curiousity chased away the defeat in order to stroke the object of Armande's fascination. Nothing about it conjured far-off visions, but she wasn't sure what to expect either.
The Eye of the Khylsty