Nikolai
Not all truths
Belong to the light
Belong to the light
Nikolai ducks his head and smile shyly at how pleased Wessex is with the news. Squatting down her and beginning to help remove platn and debris, Nikolai gives a shrug. "I actually don't know exactly how it will turn out. I asked our Lady for something to help me read and decipher languages and codes. She said she could help me but didn't give any specifics."
Removing a jumble of roots, Nikolai glances at Wessex. "The main ingredients are an obsidian sphere and a paper wasp. Any ideas on what that mean for the end result?" He assumed the sphere would be the basis of the eye and that the wasp might give whatever information it had in its wings. But Nikolai wasn't sure how that would create a universal translator or cipher.
Removing a jumble of roots, Nikolai glances at Wessex. "The main ingredients are an obsidian sphere and a paper wasp. Any ideas on what that mean for the end result?" He assumed the sphere would be the basis of the eye and that the wasp might give whatever information it had in its wings. But Nikolai wasn't sure how that would create a universal translator or cipher.
Some lie in wait
For you to step into the shadows
For you to step into the shadows
