"So… Who is this Quideos Audit?" sneaking up from behind like an ill-intentioned bandit, Ioleznta tapped Antieeld's back, scaring the hell out of the commandant.
"Wh- Herald Ioleznta, where did you even come from?" Antieeld was not growing any more used to the emerald herald's ambush tactic, that woman just appeared anywhere at any time to ask dubious questions and engage in conversations about just about anything.
'Why is she asking this now? I only dreamed and spoke his name once weeks ago…' actually, it might have even been longer than this, as the herald had mentioned, their object of worship seemed to possess a mind of its own, deciding when to rise and when not to, typically sticking to the norm, but as was also stated, the sun was a mischievous entity that often times liked to mess with people.
Even after being here for quite a while, the Tamarisian's were still considered fresh meat to torment by this green solar body.
