"Darmen," Chakrasul calls aloud imperiously with an irritated exhalation through Her nose that flares Her nostrils. The dagger She so deftly wields pushes through the air to hover in the air within arm's reach of you. "Coat that with a touch of Yasl…
@aryanne, for sticking around last night and helping me work on Darmen a bit. He's a clay mold right now, but I'm getting there. One creepy step at a time.