The Elgrys Diaries, Part II
THIS IS THE SHAPE OF DESTINY FROM WHICH ALL FORMS DISEMBARK TO THE WORLD LEARN A COLOUR THAT EVEN DREAMS ARE POWERLESS TO CONCEIVE YET FOUND IN FIRMAMENT'S BLOOD A SHARP HUE PUNCTURES THE SKIN, THEN THE WORLD IT INHABITS - - "You listening or just making noises to give that impression?" Ianos stared into the foggy expanse beside the Calyndian encampment. The morning mist was brisk, but the Palefields tended to give it a slightly stale undertone. After a moment, he shook off his inattention. "Huh? Sorry." Enbrecht threw his hands up in mock exasperation. "I guess it falls upon me to make sure we're not heading for an early grave, since you're so busy daydreaming." Perhaps the Torchbearer thought banter would jolt his colleague out of his inner world and back into this one. It typically worked, but Ianos' preoccupation was deeper than usual. "Heard the chant again?" "I don't hear it," Ianos clarified. "It'...