VALORIA WILDEROSE
"W-While I was in t-the rain, I st-stumb-bled across an old g-g-garden with high brick w-walls cov-vered in vines, and I saw this pa-p-painting etched into it that seemed t-to tell a story…" I meet their eyes, gauging their reactions cautiously before continuing. "…At t-the end, there w-was a wo-w-woman po-inting her blade at this m-man…"
They're both silent, watching me—then share a look, trying to figure out what I'm talking about, until simultaneously their eyes light up in realization.
"Ahh, you mean the myth of the God of Death?" Elodie beats Calliope to it.
I raise a brow. "What's t-t-that?"
"It's an old folklore believed to be tied to the origin of Lycans. A myth that's thought to be untrue," Calliope explains, shaking her head slightly.
"But it could be true…" Elodie teases, holding my gaze and interest all at once, tickling my curiosity even further.
"I've ne-never h-heard about it before."
