-= The Ascended will Cry. =-

[Parkins 550]

A robe-clad skeleton hears of the news soon after Yldrathir, giving a slight nod at the news, nothing more.

[TheIchorDruid 1986]

Quillian pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes glancing to her daughter with a clear frown contoured upon her visage. The mountain lions beside the elfess let out a curt yawn, tongues curling upward during the process as Quillian paced by them. Quillian was far too exhausted to be informed of such news, especially during the events that had just occurred.

 

"Even in times of crisis, and the end of the lands we called home, comes to a close. Why do we always find ourselves still stooping? We are all truly damned beings... Orsul evermore so"  Quillian rested a hand upon one, of three, mountain lion's head frowning to herself upon what was to come and the havoc that will never truly cease to end.

 

A silence filled the ships royal chambers, Quillian's face conflicted upon her thoughts, Ethel's hand soon lingering forth and placing upon her shoulder, a respectful nod motioning towards her mother.

 

"The command is yours to make mother.. What shall we do?" 

 

Quillian turned about upon the wood where she stood, drawing a small pace back "Nothing, child. We shall stay neutral in this situation until the time comes in which we make a choice. This is not our war to fight."

 

[JEEGK 1367]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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