21-04-2025, 07:37 PM
Steuart House, Bekenial, Hutori - February 2, 5636 | 10:15AM
She leaned down to look at the insides of the box. The ambience in the room was eerie, as if even the strands of the carpets themselves had a sound of their own. She looked at it, 1 of the 8 Gems of Elior; the red Diaspora Gem, once stolen, passing through the treacherous waters of the Migrant's Pass and the Artanian Sea to Keymon, to Likatonia, to Lodamun and to Trigunia, finally finding rest in this arctic wasteland.
She looked at it; and felt her breath cut short, the weight of guilt, hatred and ego crashing down on her, in that instant, as Elior, her Father, smiled at her from the dancing fire reflecting upon that cherished jewel.
She looked at it.
And wept.
She leaned down to look at the insides of the box. The ambience in the room was eerie, as if even the strands of the carpets themselves had a sound of their own. She looked at it, 1 of the 8 Gems of Elior; the red Diaspora Gem, once stolen, passing through the treacherous waters of the Migrant's Pass and the Artanian Sea to Keymon, to Likatonia, to Lodamun and to Trigunia, finally finding rest in this arctic wasteland.
She looked at it; and felt her breath cut short, the weight of guilt, hatred and ego crashing down on her, in that instant, as Elior, her Father, smiled at her from the dancing fire reflecting upon that cherished jewel.
She looked at it.
And wept.
The Banana