Cerulean Cape temporal

change swept over the druids like the silvered rush of spiritwaves against pale sands. the listener was worn thin, a gaunt figure where before she had merely been slim. theirs was a harsh pilgrimage, but it was nearly at its close. through it all, the keeper stood as a constant; a stone-carved sentinel to lean against when the winds of change threatened to tear the listener's mortal form from the earth and send it spiraling forever among the heavens. rising with the sun from an oceanside bath, they sought @Ingram II under the sickly greyish glow of early sunlight. their dark fur was damp and stiffening with seasalt, eyes dulled with exhaustion yet glimmering with secrets and magicks known only to the spirits.