In an unknown place of the Forgotten Moon Continent, two souls were conversing in whispered voices amidst the inky darkness of the night. In the background, heavy snoring noises could be heard.
No shades was seen as only the utter gales of cold caressed the vicinity of these wanderers. They have long been used to spending the eve alongside its natural guise.
This was the fate of those who had wished anonymity above all. Within this blanketed view, an illusion of escape was provided to the few.
At least, for a time...
"We should go towards the Central Continents, Princess. Staying here would only entail our eventual doom." a mature voice spoke its sound advice.
"Is there really no other way, Keeper Lara?" a more childish voice asked.
This princess was probably 18 or so yet at this poi
