Feb. 11th, 2018 at 10:26 PM
[The Seelie Queen’s mirror flickers once with golden light before becoming a void of darkness punctured only by three lights. Eyes, perhaps, though it’s impossible to say for sure. The Unseelie King speaks from beyond the glass, his voice a low rumble.]
And so another feast comes to a close, oh Glorious Starfall, oh Song of Creation, Maker of Worlds. Have you determined what new thing you will give me?
And so another feast comes to a close, oh Glorious Starfall, oh Song of Creation, Maker of Worlds. Have you determined what new thing you will give me?