all good things to those who wait

The supposed greatness of death was a notion well beyond Creidne. Again, she was tormented by the thought that a dose of the divine might enhance her outlook but granted the current situation she did not feel much like praying. Not when the atmosphere over them had become so grey and the sounds of their mourning drowned out the wind. Tossing her own head upwards, she spoke a verse that eluded to the hope that they would both find one another in some happily ever after -but she was not specific as to where. As far as she was concerned the destination was a matter of their own souls agreed wanting -not her confused little head.

Tucking her chin back down, Cree exited the ankle deep puddle that had given her respite only moments prior to the death call. Suddenly it seemed too cold and the mud sucking at her feet incited a small panic. No, the last thing that she needed was something similar to death. So instead she chose life. Shaking her coat before trotting off towards the nearest boarder, she wished to find a comrade prepared to stand with her as gargoyles over the necropolis that was Ouroboros Spine.