where'er the goddess turns her melancholy gaze, Man his loathsomeness displays
The weather is beginning to warm past the point of spring by time Anju arrives in the Hollowed Grounds. She is alone, which leaves her shifty and uncomfortable, the silence of the bond between her and her sister like a void she aches to fill. She is scarcely ever parted from Riya, and even when the dragon is out of sight she is even more rarely far enough to not feel. It hastens her steps more than the presence of the Ascended. The faster she completes this last command of Ludo’s, the faster she can reunite with her bonded.
The Spire is an obsidian travesty, an attempt at architecture she is used to seeing in Stormbreak. Beaten and battered, but ominous and towering all the same. Anju stands observing it for a few long moments, reluctant to approach, but each moment spent dawdling is a moment too long in the Grounds. Finally she approaches, taking a long trip around the outside circumference before staring down the entrance, already stoic expression grim with distaste.
The Spire is an obsidian travesty, an attempt at architecture she is used to seeing in Stormbreak. Beaten and battered, but ominous and towering all the same. Anju stands observing it for a few long moments, reluctant to approach, but each moment spent dawdling is a moment too long in the Grounds. Finally she approaches, taking a long trip around the outside circumference before staring down the entrance, already stoic expression grim with distaste.
ANJU
