#sessionwatch
a dinner between esteemed guests, the paparazzi fades as they are escorted out. tensions are high. silence, then a thunder. their timeline has a ruler still, their emperor waiting for a worthy successor. a myth, a legend. before the dinner even began he took the head of a ruler-to-be, presented it all to see. chaos. a fight to begin, sixteen rulers rising to the occasion versus one lord. lightmaiden has no brawn but all brains. may her wit be her survival. #sessionwatch #violence
hmmm. an evening, a party, and extravagant event. scene catchers and paparazzi abound. she shows up with a fucking saltscalebeast on a leash, neither fashionably early nor late. she doesn't know that the dinner will be the last spent on the planet. lightmaid, your instinct and intuition do not fail you, something smells, and it's not any of 17 other fish. #sessionwatch i suppose. i keep getting glimpses of her in my dreams, and they continue to be vivid.