Bearclaw Valley what mysteries we are

so terrible with anything past 1 character buuut gonna see if my dead muse for her lasts until christmas lmao

the blunt spires were not unlike those of the very behemoths which the vale itself was named after; curling and reaching and tugging into the frostfelled skies as if only wishing to rent heavens' belly open open open and let the shimmering entrails from another plane cascade out and out and out!—
it was one of the only beauties that might give odile will to again live; but for now, gold-limned ears lifted to hymnal notes. and then she was casting herself o'er snowd and fractured frond, to rest eyes on a male who merely speaks spiritual into air.

nothing is said, for now.