*Polgara looks up at Tedd*
do what ever you like with it BUT
*she looks over at Belthazar*
dont throw it at people
*she goes back to looking at her glowing thingy it changes from blood red to lime green*
What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...