"A breeze may lift your blaze, and strengthen it,
as easily as it may snuff the flames.
This one would hear your pleas, sojourner.
This one would be the wind at your back."

Requests to Adhiira go here.

Jaded sheep do turn their eyes from heaven, their supplications settled in their stomach as stones. The wolf stalks amongst you, dark in its glee, and the grass has lost its savor. Ah, but therein lies the tragedy of it.

[She hums a brief, and melancholy note.]Come little ones, come. For this one has hands merciful and just, and would shelter ( Read more... )

Unquiet hearts find sweeter rest. No longer does it loom, a pall upon this city. Last vestige of progress' lie, to the depths it goes. And this one wonders, only...

Do you enjoy your taste of larger sky, now the clouds have been plucked aside?

[There is the slight tinkling of delicate metal, movement, likely some worn adornment.]Sure as the wind ( Read more... )