Most attempt to hide, breed out, or physically excise their EMPYREAN heredity, but the courier sect keeps one bloodline alive.
Every generation sees their children’s digitigrade legs grow longer and tougher. Sharp spurs and vestigial feathers ring their heels as they run and play in the ASH.
The cultivated sin-made-flesh offers them an avian grace and protection enough from the poisoned soil, if they run. Ask the courier what she’s has seen beyond the horizon. And hope the answer is at least partially untrue.
This is true:
The courier will deliver your message, and extract her price.
Domains
The ASH, The poisoned soil, The far horizon, Speed and grace, Inherited grief.
Luck:
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7, 17, 27, The last minutes before the sandstorm arrives, The feeling of SUNBURN, The smell of smoke on clothes and hair.