pray with hands we don't have

*Tenshi* · 08-03-2022, 11:34 AM

Night settled over Auster in a calm blanket. Summer had faded into cool autumn where clouds shifted overhead, teasing thunderstorms that never came. Grass fading from yellow to green brushed against her legs as she led the way to a nearby area. Not far from the maze, a circle of shaped stones formed from the ground. With the origin unknown to most, it had made the mountain woman curious. By the light of the moon, as she crested the small slope, she could see the haze of blue ebbing from the runestones.

Odd symbols called out to her as if she had indeed come to the right place. Weary of the magic that may be embedded within the stones, Tenshi glanced over to Hanzo to assess his reaction. She had been restless, unable to sleep, and needed space away from the maze. While she was used to the confines of deep caves with little light, the bamboo had been too noisy tonight. Out here, it was quiet with only the whisper of the wind tickling at her ears. It had been by chance that the Kaicho too had been awake and agreed to a walk with her. While most of their time was spent in silence, she found it more comforting than unsettling.

Bringing her paws to rest, she glanced over the haze of blue light once more. "Is there a history to these runes?" Tenshi found it unlikely that he would know much of what had carved the markings, but it was a good start.

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me

pray with hands we don't have

hanzo

Tenshi