A sketch of a semi-new Khettu character, Reoánaigh delving down into the bleak depths of Deependun, where the last kings of the age of Vaults withered to the pale frames of their former selves.
A warden of Aldrnathi, Saint of the First Flame, and ever curious about the days before the fall of Arcor and the Amantiri, she makes quiet forays into places with darkness of such pitch that even her unwavering faith in the flame sputters against it. The candle struggling to light a path into depths that feel as if they have a weight on one's heart.
TLDR - Small yaa beeps down stairs while bones sleep.
-T.J.