Carian, then. Or some ancient antecedent. And absolutely tied to what just happened. This could not be coincidence. Maybe the disturbance roused those of the moon queen's lineage. But that seemed almost... too neat.
"There's no shelter here but the grave, or grace," He gestures to the mote. The dirt around it shows signs of the scouring gale. but it glimmers unchanged, as does the ground that sits downwind of it. Entirely immaterial, and yet immovable.
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Date: 2023-01-28 11:57 pm (UTC)"There's no shelter here but the grave, or grace," He gestures to the mote. The dirt around it shows signs of the scouring gale. but it glimmers unchanged, as does the ground that sits downwind of it. Entirely immaterial, and yet immovable.