EIRACHI
"And what can you do, in trade?"
It's as though the temperature has plummeted far beneath sub zero, and yet the gathered Ascended (and Abandoned) are still able to move and function. It's just very unpleasant. All around, the world has dropped into an eerie silence; no breath of wind, no whisper of ice or snow - nothing.
It is beforeWessex that the Eirachi appears, given that she is the one to call upon her. With porcelain skin, clad in little more than the ice and frost around them, she completely ignores both Morgan and Neron - which, frankly, is the best outcome they might expect.
"Speak plain. What would you have from me?"
It's as though the temperature has plummeted far beneath sub zero, and yet the gathered Ascended (and Abandoned) are still able to move and function. It's just very unpleasant. All around, the world has dropped into an eerie silence; no breath of wind, no whisper of ice or snow - nothing.
It is before
"Speak plain. What would you have from me?"
Hush, now...
