"Incompetence is only an excuse of our minds...our heart knows where its capabilities lie..."
~Tasmiya Shaik
REALM OF MYTHGAR
EDGE OF THE BLOOD WOODS
The unsettling odor of rotting wood and decaying flesh plagued the air of the putrid wood; however, Sebastian was graced with a fragrant scent of gardenia that exuded from the healer's hair. A shade that was a mix of caramel and the color of sunset. A perfect combination of hues that matched well against her fair porcelain skin. The curled locks were wild and left to run loose along the length of her back.
Her unalloyed presence was overwhelming with divine protection that ingrained fear into the wretched that lurked in the shadows, awaiting the opportunity to strike when the two warriors were most vulnerable. In the umbra of the wood, René was considered anomalous amid all things odious. Was this the power of the healer? The balance between the Aldari and the enchantress?
