Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

  After she had finished her quick tale, she calmly sat down to listen to the others share their stories. Ohen's, a mythical and mysterious lizard with capability killing plenty of living creatures. Twist's, a dark and interesting fable.

  Then the party seemed to be heated up by (of coarse) Grimnir. He seemed to be threatening the little pale pup as he got ready to leave. The dark star was just about to stand up, but instead Bruke and what seemed to be her sibling took care of that.

 When Meldresi stood to tell her story, the girls body relaxed and she closed her eyes. She only listened with her ears, not her eyes. To her, it was the best way to imagine a legend. She listened about the assassins, the moon, the stars. She felt a bit dumbfounded by the whole thing. She usually honored the moon and stars as great fallen ones. But Meldresi's tale made her doubt what she had learned. Was she lied to her whole childhood? Was any sort of light just demonic?