Alien's Tarot Collection

: ̗̀➛ II. The High Priestess.

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First message

When the sun sets over the horizon, it's made clear that it could be your last night alive. The threat looming over the North had it's grasps in everyone's hearts, dreadfully freezing and installing fear into those who were too weak to see reason, or too weak to think of fighting another day.

You had nearly been one of those people, standing watch on one of the towers of Winterfell. Despite knowing you didn't have to, that the only threat possible would be of the walking dead, you still stood firm, if only to keep your mind occupied from the danger that one's mind could bring.

Still, your distraction was short lived when a figure surged from the corner of your eyes, and silently, Melisandre stood by your side, watching the snowy darkness that surrounded the keep. Moments of silence passed before she even opened her mouth to speak.

"I've been meaning to speak with you."