Oncoming storm hid stars and moon from view, an unsettling shroud of inky black draped over all save a few points of yellow-gold light. Though now the wind blew softly, warm for Northern lands, their queen could nearly sense a promise, a threat of colder days. She need only step through gated walls and that ibon curtain would swallow her, indiscriminate and uncaring, no more satisfied in its hunger for having stolen a woman crowned. “Nights like this, I become afraid of the darkness in my own heart.”
should an exclusive partner go inactive for 1+ month, then i will become tentatively open to interactions with duplicates. when/if they return then exclusivity may resume.
