Hey, Mama Rock Me

Her gaze fell on Alfrun for a long moment before shifting to the crystals finally, noting the way that glowed. It wasn't that they were simply bright, but they quite literally pulsed in a rhythm not unlike her own heartbeat. Perhaps she ought to feel uneasy, but instead she regarded these phenomena with a mild curiosity and only the faintest bit of uncertainty. Warily she she reached out to touch the rock that the crystals grew from, her own paw running along the edge, careful not to catch the sharp corner Alfrun had cut herself on. "Something terrible," she mused softly. Asvor had seen her share of terrible things during her long life thus far... could things get that much worse? "They are quite beautiful. It's a shame they likely won't stay." At least... that was her best guess. Few things in this world were permanent, and she had a feeling this might not be either.