"Melkórë, I may have some doubts about your ability to freeze and burn at the same time..."
An icy gaze turned downward at upturned palms, following the marred leather that covered thick hands as they recalled the water from times of old before it served greater purpose. The guileful waters after the reveal that seeped mists in their efforts, caused the rains and frost and betrayed the voice of their growing malice.They were a pawn, a vessel, nothing more than a tool in the grand design. All they could do, any of them, was bring colour to that vision. Melkórë refused to believe it, they would shape the world into their own... But for now, they simply raised their eyes to Irmo as dark skin pulled into a grin. "You doubt what I can do?"












