+lastoftheoldones
Will watched the display, unfazed. The smell from the bird creature was near overwhelming, a mixture of incense and tired flesh, and the voice echoing around the chamber seemed to have a weight of its own. Yet he was not afraid, merely curious.
"I met someone like you once," he began conversationally. "It was a creature that lived in a lake. It was loud and it had a very frightening appearance. It didnât smell all that pleasant either." A faint smile danced on his lips at the memory, but there was no merriment in his voice. "But beyond all that, there was nothing to be afraid of."
"I wonder, O Tash, if you are the same?"
Tash's fury mounted with every word the boy spoke. He told himself it was because he was being disrespectful, not because he was dangerously close to the truth: that a thousand thousand years ago Tash had chosen darkness, yet darkness is so easily driven out by light.
"Tash wonders if thou art truly foolish enough to test him,"Â he snarled, none of his misgivings showing on his vulture's features.
















