The Elder hummed, the lines shaping her face creasing into more varied canyons and valleys as she smiled in entertainment. "A feast deserving of their future," she rasped, referring to the children they'd spoke of moments prior though not explicitly specifying. "That is all that is needed. And, of course, the challenge." The coals caught her clouded eyes, giving them a bit of the spark they may have once held.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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