yet my blood renders me a King
With the rings suitably bloodied, Sah called forth a gentle flame in his palm. Using its heat, he dried the rings until he was certain that the blood would remain until he could bring them to the shrine tomorrow morning. Creating a cloth with his magic, he wrapped them up carefully before placing them in his bag. Taking a deep breath, the Wild Thunder was relieved that his quest was drawing to an end. Soon his contingency plan would be in place, and he would be able to go to Starfall knowing that he did everything that he could to protect his family.
As he started to walk back towards the Citadel, a familiar figure caught his eye. "Oh, hey Elizabeth." Sah's eyes were drawn to the oddly shaped and melting snow at her feet and his eyes widened as he read the message as it vanished. Blinking, the Wild Thunder raised a bow at his fellow mage, "A message from Vox?" What in the world was love inside out? Hate? Or did it mean twisted as in obsession?
As he started to walk back towards the Citadel, a familiar figure caught his eye. "Oh, hey Elizabeth." Sah's eyes were drawn to the oddly shaped and melting snow at her feet and his eyes widened as he read the message as it vanished. Blinking, the Wild Thunder raised a bow at his fellow mage, "A message from Vox?" What in the world was love inside out? Hate? Or did it mean twisted as in obsession?
Sah
