Her letters sent, Evangeline rolls the jar around on her desk, wyrmtears jangling around inside. She’d tested them, once the no-eyes-man had given them to her, going so far as to feed them a spark of aether, and watch them flare.
“Humph…â€
She sighs, “Life is confusing when you actually get what you want.â€
With a rustle of paper she digs out her neglected plans, looking back over the drawing. The device seemed slightly more sinister with the passage of time. The more she learned of the tears, the less she wanted the power of three combined. Especially after they had grown in power.
She sighs, “Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Time to find a blacksmith.â€
“Humph…â€
She sighs, “Life is confusing when you actually get what you want.â€
With a rustle of paper she digs out her neglected plans, looking back over the drawing. The device seemed slightly more sinister with the passage of time. The more she learned of the tears, the less she wanted the power of three combined. Especially after they had grown in power.
She sighs, “Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Time to find a blacksmith.â€
