Elián;
Night in Nagari always feels different.
Back in Gravemaw, the night comes with the smell of damp earth and the low rumble of bears working, or shifting in their sleep.
Here, the night hums with magic... The walls themselves seem to breathe, and somewhere in the palace, serpents hiss and slither like a quiet, living lullaby.
I haven't experienced peaceful soliditude like this palace emits. It's so graceful in its silence and… isolation.
A home to snakes. Everything you would expect. Everything calm, orderly… mostly quiet and gentle.
I'm lying on my side on Zephan's bed, half-dozing as I watch the faint patterns of crystal light dance across the ceiling, through the leaves and vines…
The room is comfortably cool now… thanks to my little discovery with the air earlier. The discovery that has kept Zephan and Zethar from coming in here all day.
