Novus was changing. Something was moving - in the east, perhaps, or beyond - and when its waters broke it would bring with it a great unknown. Quinn, Raymond, everyone needed to be ready for when that moment finally arrived. He smiled at the colt, offered a casual salute of his bladed tail, and drifted back into the obscurity of the masses.
Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
Closing this thread as it's woefully out of date. Nikki if you want to thread Quinn with Ray again, they can reconvene back in Denocte!
aut viam inveniam aut faciam
