07-21-2018, 03:12 PM
The air flushed her arms with bumps. The night sky fascinated her, as the sky would forever from then on. Never again would she descend below. This great wide opening of the Above was her heaven. She could never be parted from it.
Distant lights twinkled dim ahead, like tiny rips in the black cloak that smothered the world. Funny how when she looked straight at them, they faded from sight, but a little experimenting discovered that they were brighter just when she peered off center a little bit. Vale intended to ask Armande about the phenenemon sometime, but not tonight.
Tonight, greater legends were coming to life. Armande laid the instruments of the ritual before them reverently. It was like watching Rasputin mix his arcane arts.
"I am ready."
She replied, steady as the sky above.
She would help if she could, but the writings and symbols were foreign to her. She already struggled to understand the words of the Above, the present Russian was a mutated version of what she knew.
Distant lights twinkled dim ahead, like tiny rips in the black cloak that smothered the world. Funny how when she looked straight at them, they faded from sight, but a little experimenting discovered that they were brighter just when she peered off center a little bit. Vale intended to ask Armande about the phenenemon sometime, but not tonight.
Tonight, greater legends were coming to life. Armande laid the instruments of the ritual before them reverently. It was like watching Rasputin mix his arcane arts.
"I am ready."
She replied, steady as the sky above.
She would help if she could, but the writings and symbols were foreign to her. She already struggled to understand the words of the Above, the present Russian was a mutated version of what she knew.
The Eye of the Khylsty