#liesofthestarshine

   “Okay, okay. Maaaaybe this is a bad idea.” The dagger inched very close to his own skin, ready to slice at his own hand to hear this elf out. Soren really didn’t get the process behind it nor what was going on in his father’s head when he decided to do this. 

“Well, here goes nothing.” Soren had to had to bite down his own lip as the blood stained the dagger, “Sheesh, dad.” He grumbled; wrapping his hand with a white cloth he had brought this for occasion. 

“Alright elf, who are you?”

“I mean swearing before the moon is just asking for trouble. We should always honor it’s benevolence. And not just saying that as illusionist...Or am I?” 

     ezran shouldn’t be down here.  he knows that for a fact, but curiosity is what, in fact, killed the cat--EVEN IF SATISFACTION BRINGS IT BACK, will it bring it back the same?  ezran isn’t good at metaphors; thinking about it hurts his head.  instead, ezran looks at the mirror viren was purportedly found with.

   “Hey, so uh---where are you located?” Soren tried to look in the back of the mirror. The Place looked ghostly. But all that he can gather is that the place the start touch elf is in luxurious. Very unusual for a prisoner unless they are of Noble descent.