"... and then I woke up," Alys was saying as they traipsed through the Burrows, telling Deimos about her most recent vision. In truth, she should have told him long before now, knowing how involved he was in the battles against the Family - but she'd trusted Sunjata to pass along the messages. "I never know when I'll have another vision, but it seems like I see something new every season." She wished she could control it, but that was neither here nor there.
The pair arrived at Frey's Breath to find it mostly deserted. Alys was surprised, but then it was quite warm in the Climb this time of year. Uncomfortably so, even. The seer peeled her hair off the nape of her neck, tying it up and out of her face. Sascha padded along beside her, grumbling every so often. If Alys was hot, then her companion - built and made for the tundra - was dying.
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The vision: Alys's vision will darken. She will hear dripping water, the sound echoing as if in an enormous, underground space. Flickers of bright violet will occasionally dance across her vision, writhing, like they might be markings on something enormous. Something with many, many tentacles.
The pair arrived at Frey's Breath to find it mostly deserted. Alys was surprised, but then it was quite warm in the Climb this time of year. Uncomfortably so, even. The seer peeled her hair off the nape of her neck, tying it up and out of her face. Sascha padded along beside her, grumbling every so often. If Alys was hot, then her companion - built and made for the tundra - was dying.
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The vision: Alys's vision will darken. She will hear dripping water, the sound echoing as if in an enormous, underground space. Flickers of bright violet will occasionally dance across her vision, writhing, like they might be markings on something enormous. Something with many, many tentacles.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
