spying

The cathedral gargoyle stared at her, water vomiting from its mouth and eyes, the rest spilling down the sides of its horns. The rain overflowed every spout and caused a cascade of water to flood the streets below. Pneria could see it. She perched near on height with the rusty sabre of the moon...

Rain hammered the Ixchel Wilds like the wrath of a vengeful God. Usually this kind of weather was something Raphael would welcome for there were less people in the streets and his work tended to be quieter as travel slowed. Tonight, however, the puca found himself outside in it rather than...