EIRACHI
As if by magic (because it is), the items Wessex has collected shift and move of their own accord, whirling and assembling into a structure before her. Despite the fact that the icicles ought to melt, they do no such thing, arranging themselves into a circle and adorning themselves with ningo feathers.
At the centre of the structure sit the luxere antlers, a jewel in a crown in the middle of Mourn. "One down, one to go," a voice whispers on the breeze, as cold Deepfrost and then some. "And then our debt is settled."
~FIN
At the centre of the structure sit the luxere antlers, a jewel in a crown in the middle of Mourn. "One down, one to go," a voice whispers on the breeze, as cold Deepfrost and then some. "And then our debt is settled."
~FIN
Hush, now...
