"Engraved When I Was Young." - Part 3 lmfao - “It Has Every Breath Of Mine.”
Prismtone blinked, pondering over how she was going to breathe life back into Nol-i Teul for the sake of curing Gisei of heartbreak. Due to the complexity of the situation, Prismtone required a rather… odd method of getting herself to think.
She’d carried the Playground Matron’s body to where she lived- a massive, spacious cave deep within the Tundra, scattered about it dozens of prism shards- the many offerings to her given by other creatures, which she’d been collecting in the darkness of the night for the sake of not being sighted.
Strung on the ceiling of Prismtone’s cave among the shards were long strands of crimson thread, like the threads in the Hall of Wardens. It was kept a secret among the seven Warden species how these threads were created- but Prismtone had woven these particular threads herself, knowing where to get the required material and how to weave them into shape.
Now, back to Prismtone’s “odd” way of thinking.
Prismtone tied a pair of threads each to her limbs, and, quite incredibly, willed them to hoist and suspend her into the air. She spread out all four pairs of wings, as wide as they would go, and then bit hard on the end of her tail.
Closing her eyes, one thought came to Prismtone’s mind: she would have to try splitting her life essence and breathe some of it into Nol-i Teul’s body. The problem was that the ritual for this process required very certain resources. As long as she could get her paws on those certain resources, Prismtone could help those grieving for the Playground Matron.
What Prismtone didn’t realise was that she had them all already.
-“To Be Continued…”-
Sorry it was short tho, I recently woke up and only took an hour out of my day to make this one