Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191228054644/@comment-35042251-20200103214336

Wind Weaver reached for the huge pearl and crystal handles, pausing as she grasped one handle in each hand: ''What will Silverskies say? Will she even respond? Or will she just ignore my pleas... or maybe worse?'' She wondered, worry and guilt surging up inside her. The things I’ve done this past year... the things I am doing... She shuddered and steeling her nerves, heaved open the doors with some difficulty.

They slowly, silently swung inwards silently, the inner sanctuary completely dark, not the slightest flicker of light there. Nervously, Wind Weaver took a silver candelabra flickering with tiny blue flames from a nearby table piled with offerings and slowly stepped inside, the soft glow of the candlelight illuminating the space directly in front of her.