Her eyes, while her vision remained dark, had stayed pointed to the sky.
Something was coming.
Something she knew would change them.
Fahymari’s hands settled in the soft dirt under her, curling her fingers down into it as if to hold herself steady. She could feel its warmth return to her too, the way fire’s did, comforting in his efforts, and yet she still swallowed hard, wondering what it would be.
As wind returned to their level, her essence kept rotating it, calling off numbers hoarded by the item, out of order and to twelve.
“...any ideas?” she asked softly, not to startle Fahy it seemed.
Fahy frowned, patting herself down for her own stones, making absolutely sure she hadn’t inadvertently given more power to an angry titan.
“That’s a time stone...Dhusskaull’s,” she answer
