a great stirring

deep in the cave.

the green fluttered

as it stirred

the light shafts flickered and deep from within there was a great rumble as it stirred, disturbed from it's casual slumber

Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.

There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.

Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.

"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.

Daemala Tauvyr was having a walk with her shadow, a new hobby of the raven haired woman of the night. She was a Queen and took the care to look the part. It was delicious walking on the shadows of the Cursed Wood. She absentmindedly moved one hand to the other, twisting a ring.

The World Spirit of Gaia had only recently awoken, but channeled the life force she received from the light dragon into Iskjerne Bay. Gaia called to Sigurd and his fellow vikings of noble heart, reaching deep into their slumbers of death before they fully crossed to another side. Should they hear her and accept her call, they would find a second life on Gaia. Not as mortals, not as zombies, but as true Children of Gaia. A piece of Gaia would forever be anchored in their hearts.

Warren Aulare ordered another round- and one for the newcomer as well.