Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-26362630-20180716224346/@comment-5647250-20180804060130

Anna: (she flinches)

(There is a rush of colors, magical and mystical. He sees a crow standing on an island, flanked by a silver scythe and a blank white mask. This all is suddenly covered by mist and fog, and in the center of it he can see the island Aeaea, a menagerie of humans-turned beasts traversing it. At the center standing atop a temple is Circe, glaring at him violently. Threads seems to tighten around him as magic itself appears to stare directly back into Curaser mind disapprovingly.)