I turned, though, to The Vivifier, perhaps inspired by aqua forti, to request another tale from this figure of legend that sat unreasonably humble before me. She looked less a god and more a dark-eyed luxuriant, which was no detriment to the amount of my attention she commanded.
She gave in to my whims and told a story from a time when our kind had yet only treaded lightly upon this mortal splendor, and the greatest mountains had not yet been worn down to hills by our heavy footfalls and heavier souls.
She gave in to my whims and told a story from a time when our kind had yet only treaded lightly upon this mortal splendor, and the greatest mountains had not yet been worn down to hills by our heavy footfalls and heavier souls.