The fog had swallowed the town as the sunlight crept up slowly behind the hill due east. Unlike any other mornings, the birds had decided to refrain from chirping gleefully. Wrath tossed and turned throughout the night, unable to shake a heavy feeling off of her chest. Something about her newly acquainted spirit friend didn't sit well with her. Though Eros seemed to show no negative response nor doubts towards the ancient spirit.
They knew next to nothing regarding the eloquently spoken and polite sentient other than the fact that her powers had brought despair and glory to many in the past. Very little was known due to the private nature of her personality. Unwanted attentions were not uncommon.
