Above Delah stands, eyes shiny with remembrance and joy that she can bear witness to the galactic travels of one of these creatures. They are rare indeed, and rarely do they fly so close. Glancing down into the pit she sees Amalia standing in the moonlight, an arm raised to the heavens.
"A starwhale." The chieftess says, her voice low but carried downwards by her magic. Part of her thinks Amalia is unworthy to even gaze upon it, this magical and wondrous creature such an ingrained cornerstone in the Fae's histories. Part of her thinks it is a good omen.
Suddenly a fierce gale begins and though Delah is a master of the winds, even she appears wary of the sudden change. The pressure in the air drops and a chill cascades over everything making the fae-girl shiver. She barks something in her strange language and her soldiers scatter to fulfill her command. "A storm is coming. I would go into the tunnel." She calls down to Amalia, moss-eyes like specks of flint from above.
"A starwhale." The chieftess says, her voice low but carried downwards by her magic. Part of her thinks Amalia is unworthy to even gaze upon it, this magical and wondrous creature such an ingrained cornerstone in the Fae's histories. Part of her thinks it is a good omen.
Suddenly a fierce gale begins and though Delah is a master of the winds, even she appears wary of the sudden change. The pressure in the air drops and a chill cascades over everything making the fae-girl shiver. She barks something in her strange language and her soldiers scatter to fulfill her command. "A storm is coming. I would go into the tunnel." She calls down to Amalia, moss-eyes like specks of flint from above.
