The young human continued to watch the spirit, peering at him through a mess of umber locks. She shook fervently as a gust of fall passed through the heart of the park, forcing the child to hug herself more tightly. In her shifting, he noticed a large black spot through the rips in her top, an uneven splattering against her side.
Darya is snapping. Breaking. Becoming something else... Someone else.
Every spell has a price.
Brigit wants to share this with the world someday.
Kathee doesn't know how much more she can take.
Music can be therapeutic.
From the diary of Tiamat 💔
Don't worry. She's only tired.