Hey, Mama Rock Me

Alfrun blinked slowly, almost drowsily, at the pulsing crystal glow, but when Asvor spoke she dragged her attention off the rocks and recalled herself to the conversation. "Imagine a world where there was so little daylight," she said dreamily. "Imagine what that would do to plantlife, and to the creatures who depend upon the plantlife, and to us who depend upon the prey. I do not know why the crystals are appearing, or what it all means... but I know the flame of life would dwindle and flicker in Midgard does this change stay." She tilted her head thoughtfully, no longer noticing the blood trickle from her paw over the crystals. "This is not quite how I pictured Ragnorok, sister, but it could very well be nearly as worldchanging."