Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131228200258

(Almost out of battery, so I may drop out without notice.)

Makoru finally worked up the courage to ask another question, and desperately hoped that the answer wouldn't be what he though it was. As he turned and was about to speak, he suddenly stopped himself. Nestled in Torene's dark hair was a gold and ruby circlet... the same one he had given to Iman on their one year anniversary. He felt a lump in his throat and he got a sickening feeling that he knew the answer to his next question.

"Torene... where'd you get that circlet?" he asked, a cold sweat breaking out at the base of his neck. Vague memories began flooding back into his mind: a rainy night, a swirling storm of ash and lightning, a spear of jagged ebony, a laughter that seemed to shake the ground under his feet just by thinking about it.