"I know the hour is late. Thank you for coming."
Twilight lay heavy on the deep forests of Mirlorne, a gentle quiet seeping into every corner of the wood. Eske's voice echoed softly in the clearing, a place that Aster had never once been invited to before. Further into the heart of the grove than any were allowed, tucked away beneath the bows of the largest, oldest trees. Eske had woken her Acolyte from a sound sleep and quietly whisked her away with little but a word of patience.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to see where you are," the High Omnia intoned solemnly, "for it is a sacred place of my own. The heartgrove of my sister and I. The beginning and end of us both."
The gentle hands that lead Aster here then left her standing in the darkness, in a place that felt out of balance with the ley. Disconcerting for those not spiritually connected to it - a kindness if nothing else when compared to the surge of choking concern presently holding the High Omnia.
"My dear Aster, I need your help and your discretion. Will you swear this oath to me; that what I reveal to you on this night will henceforth be communicated never again lest it be with me."
Aster Tiernan
Twilight lay heavy on the deep forests of Mirlorne, a gentle quiet seeping into every corner of the wood. Eske's voice echoed softly in the clearing, a place that Aster had never once been invited to before. Further into the heart of the grove than any were allowed, tucked away beneath the bows of the largest, oldest trees. Eske had woken her Acolyte from a sound sleep and quietly whisked her away with little but a word of patience.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to see where you are," the High Omnia intoned solemnly, "for it is a sacred place of my own. The heartgrove of my sister and I. The beginning and end of us both."
The gentle hands that lead Aster here then left her standing in the darkness, in a place that felt out of balance with the ley. Disconcerting for those not spiritually connected to it - a kindness if nothing else when compared to the surge of choking concern presently holding the High Omnia.
"My dear Aster, I need your help and your discretion. Will you swear this oath to me; that what I reveal to you on this night will henceforth be communicated never again lest it be with me."
Aster Tiernan
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