A Whisper to the Shrineborn One

[Shaesstra]

The call of Kin is heeded. The Shrineborn beckons.

Your song is a grace to ours, Kin. As was the first encounter in Safe Haven.

As we were carried out into the Cosmos, the Parent tutored us on the Dark and their deeds. We shall inquire yours not of them, for theirs may contribute little to our judgement, yet it is to our amusement to inquire them of their nature. Their bloodlust is known. Such insignificance deserves neither emotion, nor feeling of ours. Only spitfire. Their fear is known. Such is the tool of our amusement. Their fickleness is known. Such is dangerous, unpredictable. Their infight is known. Such may prove to be a tool for ours.

Ours know of Dark Puppets. A formidable tool. A display of their frail nature.

Yet we worry for Kin. Foremost, we must inquire of state of Yours. Enlightenment of other curiosities shall come afterwards.