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Akeli Since last seeing our little sparrow, Akeli has done little more than wander close to Ktulu, and try to stay away from any who may inflict more harm upon her. She had barely been in the Rift for more than fifteen minutes before the rift had grabbed ahold of her shiny amulet and tried to strangle her with it, and she was still nursing bruises. So when Grim, hoarding his warm bottle of fire blood, had begun to hiss and spit within his basket, she knew something was wrong. Despite his normal complaining, she was not used to such violent noises coming from him. She had dumped him from her back and wrestled the bottle from him, and watched in horror as it had fallen, thinking it would break as it hit the ground. But it didn’t. Instead, it began to roll along, the glass thick enough to remain impervious to the small bumps in the ground. She was more than happy to let it go; the rift could take whatever it wanted at this point, she didn’t care, she just wanted to avoid further assault. But Grim was less thoughtful of what had happened to his bonded, and leapt away, following after it as it bounced across the ground. Akeli couldn’t bear to lose her small friend to the Rift, so she reluctantly followed, until the vial finally came to a stop. It had lead them to a massive gathering, and she found herself shying away from the voice of Kaos as he mocked them. Grim grabbed his trinket and returned it to his basket, before retiring to his favorite place perched upon her skull. Guests? Was this guy serious? They were less than guests, they were hostages, forced from their home, and the filly found herself scowling. She knows better than to speak back to someone who so willingly killed so many back home, and she was clever enough to know keeping her mouth shut was more than likely the best option. And then he has the nerve to reprimand them of how someone killed this land’s gods? He killed Helovians! However, she also found herself curious about what she could learn. She has always been happy to learn, and maybe it’ll serve her in the future. _________________ TALK A pocket full of posies

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