(FUCK SORRY FAM. I kept forgetting this <3)
Just before dawn when the air is starting to grow fragrant and the light from the sun is still soft and diffused against the twilight. The call is personal, gentle. It interrupts your dreams and pulls you from your beds, drawing you out into the stillness.
Calm accompanies the silence; and you know in your bones that trouble shall not reveal itself as he who calls. No. This voice is as gentle as a well-worn love letter, opened and folded again until the folds have disappeared and the paper has long given away into something so fragile and soft.
It calls you out into the misty morning, into the ghostly mists that seem to prefer lingering longer than they ought to around the Spire.
ForJigano, Wessex, Adam, and Loren.
Just before dawn when the air is starting to grow fragrant and the light from the sun is still soft and diffused against the twilight. The call is personal, gentle. It interrupts your dreams and pulls you from your beds, drawing you out into the stillness.
Calm accompanies the silence; and you know in your bones that trouble shall not reveal itself as he who calls. No. This voice is as gentle as a well-worn love letter, opened and folded again until the folds have disappeared and the paper has long given away into something so fragile and soft.
It calls you out into the misty morning, into the ghostly mists that seem to prefer lingering longer than they ought to around the Spire.
For
