THE EYE
The long table in the meeting room has been set, and careful eyes might notice that each chair is precisely the same distance from those at its side. It's a mathematical triumph, not that anyone will likely know or appreciate. Though Longheat has come and gone, Cian has kept open one of his windows that a breeze might enter the room and clear away the lingering stuffiness that has gathered in the corners and beneath the couches.
Relics? and 8 seasons? have been whispered throughout the halls, and while some are taking the oracle's warning more seriously than others, it is time for everyone to be on the same page. So with notes sent out to Finn, October,Falke, Ronin, Seraphina, and Gideon, the Eye waits for the members of the Order to arrive with his hands clasped tightly behind his back.
Relics? and 8 seasons? have been whispered throughout the halls, and while some are taking the oracle's warning more seriously than others, it is time for everyone to be on the same page. So with notes sent out to Finn, October,
