If one's soul reflects the moon
Zenith's eyes narrowed at the mention of gravity magic, his attention shifting from Sah to Hadama. The King moved to free the next tangleweed and the younger Demi-god saw the danger coming as soon as the creature burst free. Gravitational magic swirled at his fingertips, itching to defend its caster. Yet, Hadama proved his experience in dispatching the tainted weed before Zen could fully summon an arrow. Sah also moved to his defense. Unsurprisingly, but still welcome.
He was about to nod his thanks to both men when Hadama closed his eyes in what appeared to be something akin to pain. The side effects of the tangleweed no doubt. Zen's eyes traced over Hadama's face, curious to see if his stoicism lasted. He caught Ravenna's expression in the corner in his eye when Sah moved. She clearly didn't seem to have the stomach for the situation, and he wondered if she would flee.
He was about to nod his thanks to both men when Hadama closed his eyes in what appeared to be something akin to pain. The side effects of the tangleweed no doubt. Zen's eyes traced over Hadama's face, curious to see if his stoicism lasted. He caught Ravenna's expression in the corner in his eye when Sah moved. She clearly didn't seem to have the stomach for the situation, and he wondered if she would flee.
Zenith
Half will always be dark
