EIRACHI
A titter on the Torchline breeze whispers into Wessex's ear; the Eirachi is well aware that she is just sliding in before the deadline. But she is finished, and before her, as in Mourn, the items she has brought whip and twist and arrange themselves. Ursur blood colours the tidepool crimson, before it promptly freezes over, aided by the ice gathered at the Sea of Glass.
When all is said and done, the ash softly falls around the area like a gloomy snow, and although it is Deepfrost here already, it definitely seems chillier than before. "Right down to the wire," the Eirachi sighs, sounding amused. "But you have done well. Consider our debt repayed. Until next time, Wraith..."
~FIN
When all is said and done, the ash softly falls around the area like a gloomy snow, and although it is Deepfrost here already, it definitely seems chillier than before. "Right down to the wire," the Eirachi sighs, sounding amused. "But you have done well. Consider our debt repayed. Until next time, Wraith..."
~FIN
Hush, now...
