Vylna Daviau
The Hunt for Purple Broccolini
In Severina it rained all the time. Dark clouds were a constant presence, scudding across the sky with the briefest glimpses of moonlight piercing their depths to illuminate the ground below. In this unique ecosystem, in the dark and the dank, strange beings flourished. It was one of these strange beings that Calle was hunting now...
See the look blogged, and read more of the story on Eclectic Equations here:
eclecticequations.blogspot.co.uk/2018/04/the-hunt-for-pur...
The Hunt for Purple Broccolini
In Severina it rained all the time. Dark clouds were a constant presence, scudding across the sky with the briefest glimpses of moonlight piercing their depths to illuminate the ground below. In this unique ecosystem, in the dark and the dank, strange beings flourished. It was one of these strange beings that Calle was hunting now...
See the look blogged, and read more of the story on Eclectic Equations here:
eclecticequations.blogspot.co.uk/2018/04/the-hunt-for-pur...