[work] - Crilock

As the twin suns finally dipped below the salt horizon, the Morrow’s Hope rose on a column of blue-white fire. And deep in its heart, the crilock beat steady as a drum, singing a song of rust, memory, and the long, long road home.

Kaelen looked at the crilock’s gentle pulse, then at the woman’s weathered face. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel alone. crilock

“They outlawed those,” he whispered. “The Guild said they were unstable. That they could… imprint.” As the twin suns finally dipped below the

“What is that?” Kaelen asked, a prickle running down his spine. singing a song of rust