[Spyke stands on two feet. Sirens nowadays in the lands of Alatherium do not have fish tails. The strong face of Spyke is unfamiliar, and distant, as he keeps his eyes shut as he meditates, taking a deep breath. Eventually, he turns, shifting his feet as he sighs,] “I know you are there. Who is it?” [His voice is gentle, yet commanding,]
Comments
0No comments yet.