Sep 24, 2023
In which Vulcan has embraced the introverts dream and gotten a coffee pot for the top floor of his lighthouse tower. Standing out on the balcony, sipping hot coffee while the first snow of the year begins to fall. The quiet water rushing below, the clouds looking like whipped cream out there on the bayou. His sister would be arriving soon, and the pair of them would go to Newcrest together to talk with a soothesayer named Scorpio Hale. Vulcan rotated the small purple card in his hand, feeling the gold inlay against his fingertips.