what the snow hides shall never be found
The candles flicker once Noah’s words leave his lips. It is not a god that shows, no, this creature appears almost like a woman, curved and beautiful, if not for her head. Her head wears the shroud of a Luxere’s own, glimmering antlers reaching tall into the sky, with blackened bleeding eyes that watch Noah from the corner of the room.
”Help you… Help people? Whatever do you mean, darling?” She croons, head tilting to the side as if she can bore her ebony eyes through him.
”Help you… Help people? Whatever do you mean, darling?” She croons, head tilting to the side as if she can bore her ebony eyes through him.
