Shin
Artisan
An echoing solitary howl resounds throughout the mists, bringing in its wake ripples of thought, seeking out one though its message casts through minds of many.
A voice within the howl speaks softly, the voice somewhere between rage and sorrow; though it does not shake. Rather it speaks with a steadiness despite its youthful qualities.
Milady Phedre,
I can only hope that my howls find you. I am in desperate need of your help.
Please find me through the dreaming so that we may speak where other's minds can not follow.
I will be able to better explain my desperation there.
Shin
A voice within the howl speaks softly, the voice somewhere between rage and sorrow; though it does not shake. Rather it speaks with a steadiness despite its youthful qualities.
Milady Phedre,
I can only hope that my howls find you. I am in desperate need of your help.
Please find me through the dreaming so that we may speak where other's minds can not follow.
I will be able to better explain my desperation there.
Shin