Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
”Thanks for coming,” she says as she meets up with Noah. Not that it was a real hardship for him to come hunting for luxere. If they were successful today, that would be a good chunk of meat for Noah and Ezekiel this Deepfrost. Still, she appreciates it all the same, because she is unlikely to find a luxere without some help. They tend to avoid her and her dark magic, though with the healing magic now perhaps she would not scare them away quite so easily. Still, despite all of that, she still just prefers to hunt with a friend.
She leads them out of the Citadel, heading toward The Fangs. The luxere could be anywhere in the tundra, but they might be lingering near possible shelter with Deepfrost on the horizon, and The Fangs were full of caves that they could take refuge in. They would not need to climb into the mountain, but rather simply look for caves along the base, where the magical reindeer-like creatures might be.
The wind is somewhat quiet today, which is a blessing. It’s a decent day for hunting, really. There’s no obvious threat of snow, and though she realizes that can change quickly, they can only do so much to prepare. ”So my task from Ludo is to slay a luxere with my scythe. If we only manage to get one, the meat is yours. I just need the hide for leather.” Besides, she has more than enough food between home and the Kraai. ”Also, your next drink is on the house,” she says with a wink.
She leads them out of the Citadel, heading toward The Fangs. The luxere could be anywhere in the tundra, but they might be lingering near possible shelter with Deepfrost on the horizon, and The Fangs were full of caves that they could take refuge in. They would not need to climb into the mountain, but rather simply look for caves along the base, where the magical reindeer-like creatures might be.
The wind is somewhat quiet today, which is a blessing. It’s a decent day for hunting, really. There’s no obvious threat of snow, and though she realizes that can change quickly, they can only do so much to prepare. ”So my task from Ludo is to slay a luxere with my scythe. If we only manage to get one, the meat is yours. I just need the hide for leather.” Besides, she has more than enough food between home and the Kraai. ”Also, your next drink is on the house,” she says with a wink.
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
