pre-dawning of a new era [ASHEN]

Change was on the winds. Lucretia could feel it, she could taste it, it made her hair stand on end. Venom had always been an ambitious little thing, and now she had finally gotten the Big Prize: Ashen. Luce worried about Deathbelle and where the deposed Empress might find herself when she returned - and she would return. Luce didn't give a passing thought to any alternatives because there simply were none. The finicky healer answered the call simply not to stir the pot. She would watch and wait as she had been, her yellow eyes glowing from the shadows. When the shamyn arrived she hung at the edges of the gathering, waiting patiently for her family to trickle in after her.