[post for falkor] calling for the good old days
She is calling again.
She has never stopped calling, all of them to her, using all her strength to summon those whose names she knows, who are hers as the Enchantress of Eld Mountain, its lady, their master. But they don't come. They cannot hear her. And she is lonely.
So she has expanded the call, to magical things, to beings that are things of legend and mystery, to those whose names she can only guess at and approximate. It's not a demand or a pull, because of that, just a tug, a question, a request.
Perhaps the Ice White Lady could use some company, of a sort she can almost understand.
She has never stopped calling, all of them to her, using all her strength to summon those whose names she knows, who are hers as the Enchantress of Eld Mountain, its lady, their master. But they don't come. They cannot hear her. And she is lonely.
So she has expanded the call, to magical things, to beings that are things of legend and mystery, to those whose names she can only guess at and approximate. It's not a demand or a pull, because of that, just a tug, a question, a request.
Perhaps the Ice White Lady could use some company, of a sort she can almost understand.