Any other night with these winds would be just another night in the desert, really. Nothing seems so out of the ordinary in the Upper Realm with the soft shift of the breeze, pulling the loose sands along like a heavy mist against the streets and flats. While Luna sat high in her starry heavens, glowing perfectly to the living that found themselves ( Read more... )

( these socks don't match, sir )

The Council Room is empty, as it has been so many times recently. Only the echoing klaks of The General's boots makes the room live, if only slightly. The air is cold and stale, stolen of its vitality by the tall man and his constant pacing. But, today he relieves himself of his anxious waltz to stand at the edge of the dusty, old red velvet ( Read more... )

( i'm still caged inside )

Mother stirs again.

It's time we returned, my siblings.