Malam flicked her white hair back as she inspected the air above her. Her mouth open, she took deep breathes and tasted the cool air. This part of the hold, the highest part had the thickest energies. Anassa stood near a workshop as the dwarves inside worked away. They had gotten used to the Goddess of Hatred walking around the hold by now, and no one so much as turned their head when she walked in. They kept beating their ingots away with bronze hammers as Malam looked up at the ceiling of smoothed-stone.
This Southern Hold really did raise question after question. First, she tasted Worldbreaking in the air, and now a flood of magical energies. It was as if a ley-line node above her had burst. She would honestly have assumed it was something to do with Anassa, but there wasn't a hint of sorcery in the flavour of that magical flood. It was more akin… Malam didn't bother to hide the confusion that had smeared itself over her face, the dwarves would not ask her questions anyway.
