Lyra offered the , trusting that the fire’s heat could aid the Skyraven’s icy altitude. Eryndor accepted, and together they ascended on Zephyr’s broad wings, soaring above the world.
Lyra knelt, placed the seed gently into the rich soil, and whispered a prayer of thanks to the earth. She stayed by the seed for days, protecting it from the crushing stone hands that emerged from the ground. Slowly, a tender green sprout emerged, its leaves shimmering with droplets of sapphire water. rpg.rem
Lyra entered the citadel with the celestial compass, feeling the air grow colder with each step. Shadows coalesced into silhouettes of people from her past: Master Corvin, her mother, the children she had never saved in the war stories she once heard. Lyra offered the , trusting that the fire’s