60th of Frost, 121 AS
Continued from: Dancing in the Dark
They had gone to the second deep? And ghostblooms that lead them to the Fademire? What little he could recall made Lyra's frown deepen, but she did not press further. Her hands still rested on his shoulders and she massaged the muscles there gently as she continued to study Brenner's face. They were close now, nearly as close as two people could be, though beyond another smile at his excitement Lyra did not push things further.
"The Second Deep of the Warrens is known to house the elements, and the creatures there tend to take on characteristics of the environments they live. I have never heard of the Fademire," She admitted, but her golden eyes looked troubled, "But the description is... It sounds as if your party grew close to an entrance into the Third Deep."
The Haunted reaches, the lands where specters roamed and things of even greater power, and danger resided. It was there that the foolish explores found her prison in the white sands, and it was also home to something even more concerning. His talk of losing memories, and the more she learned of the trip, the more Lyra suspected that Brenner and his group had run afoul of the thing that drove men mad.
The sound of the door opening drew Lyra's eyes up as Salem returned with two robes which he laid on a bench near the pool, then as quickly as he had come he was gone, leaving them alone once more.
"My curiosity grows by the second." Lyra said, her smile returning as she found Brenner's eyes once more. She trailed a finger along his neck, cupping a cheek for a moment before slipping off his lap to sit close at his side, "After our bath I will take you to my workspace. There perhaps we can discover what it is that was done to you."
Continued from: Dancing in the Dark
They had gone to the second deep? And ghostblooms that lead them to the Fademire? What little he could recall made Lyra's frown deepen, but she did not press further. Her hands still rested on his shoulders and she massaged the muscles there gently as she continued to study Brenner's face. They were close now, nearly as close as two people could be, though beyond another smile at his excitement Lyra did not push things further.
"The Second Deep of the Warrens is known to house the elements, and the creatures there tend to take on characteristics of the environments they live. I have never heard of the Fademire," She admitted, but her golden eyes looked troubled, "But the description is... It sounds as if your party grew close to an entrance into the Third Deep."
The Haunted reaches, the lands where specters roamed and things of even greater power, and danger resided. It was there that the foolish explores found her prison in the white sands, and it was also home to something even more concerning. His talk of losing memories, and the more she learned of the trip, the more Lyra suspected that Brenner and his group had run afoul of the thing that drove men mad.
The sound of the door opening drew Lyra's eyes up as Salem returned with two robes which he laid on a bench near the pool, then as quickly as he had come he was gone, leaving them alone once more.
"My curiosity grows by the second." Lyra said, her smile returning as she found Brenner's eyes once more. She trailed a finger along his neck, cupping a cheek for a moment before slipping off his lap to sit close at his side, "After our bath I will take you to my workspace. There perhaps we can discover what it is that was done to you."
