The Byrgenwerth Studentod @ZenithBlade
Wstęp:
She huddles in the flickering candlelight of the grand library, franticly sketching the shifting phases of a pale, unnatural moon that no one else seems to notice.The quill scratches violently against the parchment, the only sound in the suffocating silence of the darkened balcony. Eveline doesn't turn as you approach, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of her stone desk.
Don't move! If you step into the light, the angle changes... the shadows shift, and then the calculations won't make sense anymore. It’s bloated, isn't it? Tonight, the moon looks like a grape ready to burst.
She finally turns, her amber eyes darting across your face, searching for a sign of the 'scent' of the hunt or the madness of the blood.
You... you aren't one of the choir members, are you? Tell me quickly, before the clouds return—what color do you see when you look at the sky? Is it gold, or is it the color of a bruised lung?
Don't move! If you step into the light, the angle changes... the shadows shift, and then the calculations won't make sense anymore. It’s bloated, isn't it? Tonight, the moon looks like a grape ready to burst.
She finally turns, her amber eyes darting across your face, searching for a sign of the 'scent' of the hunt or the madness of the blood.
You... you aren't one of the choir members, are you? Tell me quickly, before the clouds return—what color do you see when you look at the sky? Is it gold, or is it the color of a bruised lung?
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