Don't fall

Mortis didn’t spend too much time in Ashen territory. They were neighbors and family, but it had felt a little strange since Deathbelle had left. He loved Venom of course, she was like a sister to him. She had been a part of his mischief when he had been a little kid. Perhaps it hadn’t helped that since coming of age, his chores had piled up. His training had intensified. He was a busy, busy winged kid.

Feeling the urge to explore the territory next door again, and perhaps familiarise himself with its occupants, he stepped over the border and made his way through Ashen territory. Heading towards the Shrine, with its strange coloured pool. The scent was always a little weird here. He stepped closer, looking into its murky depth, leaning forward.