A storm is calling me. Too close to the Dark Moon and the call of the hunt, I can do no other than follow.
My Lady’s daughter has come to me these few days past, and she tastes of dreams and storms. I think she brought this tempest with her.
Fortune has seen to it that I have the time to seek her out now, otherwise it would drive me beyond madness.
She is my white rabbit, and now I follow her, this primordial child of the Darkness, with her twilight eyes, to bear witness to the wonders she has awaiting for me within the dreaming.
Remember what the Dormouse said....
- Melisandre Pandemónium
- "The whip hurts, but I measure power by my ability to withstand it...not in your strength in using it."
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