Nothing Rhymes with Tubebow
“Two paths lead to the monastery fortress from the villages below it,” Xayah begins. I follow her eyes and see a pair of golden stairways that stretch down from the mountain temple to the farmhouses below. Each wood-woven home probably has a whole family inside it. There, mortals are born, die, and—most importantly—create new songs. Probably with harps and drums. Maybe flutes? I should make a reed flute later. First, I need to fluff my cloak. Did I remember to clean my feathers? The town below must have an inn. A bottle of wine would be great right now. “ Rakan …” Xayah says. Crap.
Excerpt from the official short_story by Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends. Story and characters © Riot Games.
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