Bad ideas are what we're good at

Sometimes Triss felt like she had a Crux-rader. She was exploring near the territory, but wouldn’t have gotten much closer if she hadn’t caught a stray scent. Something so faint, that carried over the heat of the lava and was gone the second it touched her senses. But she knew. Somehow, she knew.

She decided to trust her instincts, and turned into the territory. Heading on in, until she could see the hot red, and feel the heated air in front of her. In her lungs. The heat was dry, and left her feeling raspy. Her instincts started screaming at her, telling her to go back. But she ignored them, and plunged. Taking small, shallow breaths. Afraid that she would take the one that would set her off.

Finally, after slow and careful steps through the somewhat terrifying territory, she found him. His back was to her, but she could immediately tell that he was trembling. “Crux?” She called out, her voice a raspy whisper


"Cryptis"