Sawtooth Spire how to make a homemade mummy: get a corpse, get gauze, get comfy

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Many of the old ages breathed of the stars aligning;
their parallel powers influencing the waves of utter change, and so one would wonder, rather he himself. Did the star conjoin, their cause orchestrated by a greater, unidentifiable power? Astraeus had no need to care for a radiant line of divine fires in the sky, the moon and her children satisfied him enough. Albeit young, his chest and veils of eyes were shaken by the masterpiece that was the earth's most startling pinafore, the cascading lights and the petrichor of the raw earth soothing his nostrils. As tied as hew was to his birthing den before, the mountains were simply another emprise to learn about. Eager young scholar; willing to drink the knowledge of the all mother herself.

Though, now he was much more concerend with the girl pestering his lunch. Nearly weaned, but not enough, Astareus was insistent on a quaint dinner at all times. If he had learned curses, he'd be spitting them at this moment. How dare she feign her meal, it was mebrassing to watch. Spoiled brat she was, never met the eves of hunger that nipped at himself when Agana had gone. The den was less than sunlit, so he was unable to identify her even with the gift of night vision, only her bobbing crest of her fluffed head wrinkled his own in disgust. 

A sharp cry of ire cautioned her once.