poooossibly foreshadowing
By the light of the red rose
The blue haired Elf looked up from her reading and glanced at the bed longingly. The moonlight filtered in through the window and seemed to cast a welcoming ray of moonlight upon the pillow and blanket. Larosa frowned and sighed before turning back to the book in front of her. The thick leather bound book of the Twilight Cult sat opened to one of the lesser sung hymns. The words were starting to blur and the Elf closed her eyes, the heels of her hands, massaging away the slight burning sensation. Ever since they had discovered that the cult had infiltrated the Keep, Larosa found herself back on assignment. Every chance she had, alone in her room, she pulled it out and read it, attempting to put to memory the songs and rituals of the group.
