your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
“Dreaming well,” she murmured in response, wondering if it was anything like a Torchline counterpart, with all its legends and the L’ma lurking underneath, biding its time and opportunity. Knowing Caido it’d either be something along those lines, or hiding a monster, barely contained within stone and marble. “Was it like the Miana Pool?” you are from another time
Fangorn squirmed at the facets of water pouring over him, vines scrambling outwards as he grumbled, but Melita reached over to pat him through the streamlined portions. “It’s for your own good,” she whispered, checking at Sila over her shoulder to see if any of the pollen was sticking to her either. It didn’t appear to be, and the dragon wasn’t sneezing as the gourd had been – pondering it was simply because he’d been along the ground. “Not much, really. There’s some underwater stuff nearby, but I haven’t gone in it lately.” And she didn’t think those parts would be threatening – but given their encounters with ghost whales, that might’ve just been wishful thinking. “I did get to hit the Spire,” came along a Cheshire grin.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
