It’s been following you for several days and won’t stop talking about how difficult it is to properly prepare a real cup of tea…
or alone… there must be something wrong with this one and that makes it extra dangerous.
The Yar are seldom seen, but can be heard whistling and chattering… signaling their plans. No one has ever encountered the male of the species.
Keep at least one eye on the sky.
He hails from a land beyond the mountains… he says he’s willing to help.
They’re small, they’re poisonous, they excrete… and hide… among the bubble stones.
They can be separate, each going their own way, or form together as one and be the same…
She wields the shadow… but every time she touches that dark realm it touches back and leaves its mark.
