The Hoarfrosts
Clivet took a deep breath and sighs, “We are the Hoarfrosts, brought by our lord to life. We are from the tiniest water droplets in the air and formed into these humanoid forms. With one single breath, our lord could bring us to life and animate us.” Abigail approaches them, “Do you know how this lord of yours looks like?” He shakes his head, “They never put the hood of their cloak off. Even if they did, I am guessing they will be alone in the room. And, anyone who sees their face is killed by the looks of it. We only refer to them as our lord or an honorary title. We have a diplomatic relationship with our lord, so it doesn’t bother me the slightest. Some curious ones are curious, obviously. But, the fear of death represses that curiosity.” Keeana looks at him and asks in morbid curiosi
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