the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
Music, she repeats, her own low rumble almost melodious in its own way, the purr that rises from her lungs permeating the air. Caido's presence catches all the breath from her lungs, however, stilling her mental voice as the others continue to spin their questions and learn about this place. Caido here, in the mountains. Caido, the absentee first god...
What must it be like, to meet such a being?
Shaking her head to clear it, the leopardess tries to collect her thoughts. Is there anything we can do for you in this place, Safrin? she asks instead, ever eager for purpose, to serve. Do you... do you know where another portal is? Or how to stop the Ascended from opening it?
What must it be like, to meet such a being?
Shaking her head to clear it, the leopardess tries to collect her thoughts. Is there anything we can do for you in this place, Safrin? she asks instead, ever eager for purpose, to serve. Do you... do you know where another portal is? Or how to stop the Ascended from opening it?
