Lacuna sat parked in a space about two metres above the ground and roughly 10 yards before the front doors of Sanctuary. The silver liquefied into solid steps as a figure slowly worked her way down to ground.
Patting the underbelly of the ship, she slowly worked her way towards the bow and as she passed pushed the rope made into an old-fashioned hangman's noose,from the tip of the ship's bow casting a dark and malevolent shadow swinging back and forth on Sanctuary's walls.
Arwen Galen, stepped into Sanctuary and stopped for a brief second letting her hazel eyes adjust to the different light as she removed her hood. Slowly working her way to the knotwork in the floor she sat curling up the green cloak parts of the inside reflecting a blood red lining.
Using her finger she wrote on the floor in the light , Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.”
ARWEN GALEN
Technomage
A Balance Point
House Galahad
"The uncreative mind can spot wrong answers, but it takes a very creative mind to spot wrong questions."
