Given how the rescue of Mr. Matas had gone, Hadama opted not to pursue any potential meetings for the time being. But while he was in Stormbreak his feet inevitably took him towards the Celestine. When he had been a Mer he had sometimes come to the healing gardens on full moon nights to walk the paths and pray at the shrine, but he had not been back since the Void had descended upon Caido.
The change in the gardens was... unsettling. The soothing twilight now held the sinister whispers and raucous calls of violet-eyed ravens blacker than midnight, and though the various wounded denizens of Caido were still safely contained within their lush enclosures the gardens were no longer a place he felt safe or at peace with the world.
He paused in his slow walk along a wisteria-lined path, tilting his head to peer up into the branches where wings like scraps of living shadow flapped between the branches. Fresh tension slid down the line of his jaw and into his shoulders at the dreadful influence that permeated the air alongside the delicate scent of the blooming flowers. Murmured promises of doom and despair drifted down from the birds, who peered down at the Tidebreaker fearlessly as if mocking the trident that he leaned on like a walking staff.
Lena
Void Messenger (uncommon): Feathers as dark as the void they traverse, these ravens serve as messengers for the infected, carrying whispers tainted by the void's influence. To the uninfected, their cawing echoes with an otherworldly dread, an unsettling harbinger of impending darkness. Where their 4-wings cast shadows, anxiety follows, a manifestation of the void's unsettling grip.
The change in the gardens was... unsettling. The soothing twilight now held the sinister whispers and raucous calls of violet-eyed ravens blacker than midnight, and though the various wounded denizens of Caido were still safely contained within their lush enclosures the gardens were no longer a place he felt safe or at peace with the world.
He paused in his slow walk along a wisteria-lined path, tilting his head to peer up into the branches where wings like scraps of living shadow flapped between the branches. Fresh tension slid down the line of his jaw and into his shoulders at the dreadful influence that permeated the air alongside the delicate scent of the blooming flowers. Murmured promises of doom and despair drifted down from the birds, who peered down at the Tidebreaker fearlessly as if mocking the trident that he leaned on like a walking staff.
Void Messenger (uncommon): Feathers as dark as the void they traverse, these ravens serve as messengers for the infected, carrying whispers tainted by the void's influence. To the uninfected, their cawing echoes with an otherworldly dread, an unsettling harbinger of impending darkness. Where their 4-wings cast shadows, anxiety follows, a manifestation of the void's unsettling grip.
