The sanctum was quiet, save for the sound of occasional birdsong overhead. After Clover entered through the ornate gate, she saw that the grounds themselves were well-kept, rather than overrun with vines and leaves. The water on each side of the massive stone bridge leading to the structure remained clear.
As she moved forward, she was met by a gentle breeze, rustling her hair. A cloud began to drift over the already-overcast sky, further darkening the day. A faint sense of disquiet began to creep over the hyur girl - the place seemed completely empty. Upon rounding the corner of a stray path, however, she heard the noise of paws padding across the stone floor.
A shadow fell from around the corner, skipping forward oddly. While Clover's heartbeat quickened, a stalking shape came forward to meet her - that of a small wolf pup. It bounded out, then yapped a challenge at the girl, hopping up and down in a small circle. The puppy growled, trying to look menacing.
"Mr. Scruffington, don't go too far," called out a stranger's voice calmly. Another shadow fell from around the corner, approaching and resolving itself into the shape of a tall man - a male highlander. Well over six fulms, he paused, then regarded the midlander girl with a single eyeblink.
An eyepatch covered half of his face, and an oddly ornate tattoo was upon his brow. His long, crimson locks drifted slightly in the wind, and he was dressed for war, but his posture seemingly held no immediate threat. In his hands, he bore... not a weapon, but a potted lily. The man's muscular form was partly caked with dirt, from the work of gardening and groundskeeping.
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After a pause of a few silent moments, he smiled. "Good to see you again, daydreaming miss," Schezar greeted her gently. "Are you here to pray to the Twelve?"
As she moved forward, she was met by a gentle breeze, rustling her hair. A cloud began to drift over the already-overcast sky, further darkening the day. A faint sense of disquiet began to creep over the hyur girl - the place seemed completely empty. Upon rounding the corner of a stray path, however, she heard the noise of paws padding across the stone floor.
A shadow fell from around the corner, skipping forward oddly. While Clover's heartbeat quickened, a stalking shape came forward to meet her - that of a small wolf pup. It bounded out, then yapped a challenge at the girl, hopping up and down in a small circle. The puppy growled, trying to look menacing.
"Mr. Scruffington, don't go too far," called out a stranger's voice calmly. Another shadow fell from around the corner, approaching and resolving itself into the shape of a tall man - a male highlander. Well over six fulms, he paused, then regarded the midlander girl with a single eyeblink.
An eyepatch covered half of his face, and an oddly ornate tattoo was upon his brow. His long, crimson locks drifted slightly in the wind, and he was dressed for war, but his posture seemingly held no immediate threat. In his hands, he bore... not a weapon, but a potted lily. The man's muscular form was partly caked with dirt, from the work of gardening and groundskeeping.
After a pause of a few silent moments, he smiled. "Good to see you again, daydreaming miss," Schezar greeted her gently. "Are you here to pray to the Twelve?"
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