「 Skill Point ― Seer 」
They had returned to the island unscathed by the darkness that haunted the shadows, the ancient gods of this realm seeming to hold the fort well. Elysium had been affected by bad water, a deathly visitor that Maja had foreseen. A tale of death seemed to be following the wake of this darkness, and Tyr was growing increasingly worried about how blind they were off the shore of the mainland.
Perhaps that was what had called him to the frozen shores of the Shiverwood. He wished to see how close the taint had travelled. He could find no traces of the poisonous air nor the purple snows that had afflicted the northern mountains, but something still did not sit right within his being. It was like he was being watched. Was it the ancients? His eyes peered into the frosted branches, paranoia throbbing within his veins.
An owl stared back, blinking once before extending its wings and swooping from its perch. It cleared his head, but he could feel the air from its span, feathers nearly clipping the tips of his ears. Then it was gone, never to be seen again. Just a bird, he thought, beginning his climb up the steady incline towards the cliffs.
A scent danced in the wind, unknown to the titan as he continued to traverse the hill. It was vaguely familiar, though with his wolfish nose, there was a depth to it he had naught smelt before. It lured him towards them, his eyes falling upon a slate figure settled at the edge of the world.
Perhaps that was what had called him to the frozen shores of the Shiverwood. He wished to see how close the taint had travelled. He could find no traces of the poisonous air nor the purple snows that had afflicted the northern mountains, but something still did not sit right within his being. It was like he was being watched. Was it the ancients? His eyes peered into the frosted branches, paranoia throbbing within his veins.
An owl stared back, blinking once before extending its wings and swooping from its perch. It cleared his head, but he could feel the air from its span, feathers nearly clipping the tips of his ears. Then it was gone, never to be seen again. Just a bird, he thought, beginning his climb up the steady incline towards the cliffs.
A scent danced in the wind, unknown to the titan as he continued to traverse the hill. It was vaguely familiar, though with his wolfish nose, there was a depth to it he had naught smelt before. It lured him towards them, his eyes falling upon a slate figure settled at the edge of the world.
You,he started, but failed to finish. He felt like a youth in their presence, halted by the coldness that surrounded her.
