what the snow hides shall never be found
Dark eyes scan over the hunter from within the bleeding head of the Luxere. His request, his question and subsequent explanation of why he seeks to help people. Unfortunately, however, this spirit is unable to offer Noah much in the way of help, far too keen on tricking and surprising all those who come across her.
”How do you know it is not you that need to get better with your aim?” Her soft voice chimes yet the luxere’s maw does not move. It is not a chide, just simply the fact that practice made perfect at the end of the day, if he didn’t come across a god to help make these options true. Her dark eyes flicker over the bow and arrows, before she steps back from the shrine, keeping him in her sights. ”Unfortunately, there’ll be no gods to help your request today, darling.”
”How do you know it is not you that need to get better with your aim?” Her soft voice chimes yet the luxere’s maw does not move. It is not a chide, just simply the fact that practice made perfect at the end of the day, if he didn’t come across a god to help make these options true. Her dark eyes flicker over the bow and arrows, before she steps back from the shrine, keeping him in her sights. ”Unfortunately, there’ll be no gods to help your request today, darling.”
