Cerulean Cape temporal

the listener cast a fond look over ingram's dark-masked features when he spoke, appreciative of how the keeper embodied his role. she swallowed the remnants of the starfish and drew her tongue over her lips before she spoke again.

tell me of your birth pack, grim, she requested, wishing to hear of her keeper's origins. one day, his story would become part of the history of the druids. he would be immortalized; the first acolyte, the first keeper. a figure as sacred as the listener herself. his history would need collecting while it was still fresh.