Gods, I might as well be tasked with naming every star in the sky..

[ she says, through a light laugh, but she lifts her eyes thoughtfully to the ceiling, and leans comfortably against the wall, her blanket tugged more tightly around her shoulders. ]

Eos is troubled, and beautiful. The kingdom of Tenebrae, where I was born, is lush and green, bursting with flora and fauna that climb the high mountains. The sky was always so blue..