Wapun Meadow pictoratus

deeper into the valley they descended. the prophet grew wary and allowed distance to swell between them. in this place of false gods she felt her power subdued, the voices of spirits dwindling. she could not allow this.

life bloomed inside of her. it was early still, yet she knew. children, druids, made from her union with ingram.

they would know divinity. she would see to it.

keep your false gods, almalexia hissed, and turned away for the meadow.

merrick was dead to her.

he can follow of course <33