Thread:Dragonfire4433/@comment-39095121-20190426214357/@comment-35042251-20190917230014

((Sure))

It was the next morning and Silverskies was out in the countryside of the Medieval Sect, enjoying the warm sunshine and cool breeze. A few guards stood nearby, carefully watching the surrounding terrain while her nymph attendants frolicked around, laughter and singing filling the air.

Silverskies reclined beneath the boughs of a cherry blossom-laden tree, sipping honeyed wine and listening to some lovely music from some instruments that a few nymphs next to her were playing. She was serene and relaxed, a rarity nowadays. Deidre hadn’t bothered her since yesterday, but the dark entity’s voice was never far from her mind.