[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    took in Amaris and Ophelia’s words quietly, his shock slowly fading as he nodded along, appearing still slightly confused when each of them was done. It wasn’t a truly satisfactory explanation…but when Amaris mentioned that her life was tied to that of Flora’s—the Great One that had presided over the Hunter’s Dream—well, that suddenly had things clicking together.

Distant as Flora likely was now, perhaps the Great One could not animate Amaris without some impetus or energy to do so. What better to serve as a source of power to fuel Amaris’ mind and movement than echoes of the Old Blood.

Still, even if they could bring her back should such a thing occur again, Farren hoped it simply would not occur a second time. Taking a deep breath, Farren cracked his neck even as he worked to clear his mind.

Then something occurred to him. If Great Ones could not kill eachother…than how had the Moonborn Hunter done so? how could a being beneath them slay them…if their own equals could not?

[color=#007FFF][b]“How is it…that they cannot slay their own, but the Moonborn slayed many of their ilk?”[/b][/color] He asked, frowning slightly in thought.