-The Apocrypha Vera Locust glanced around the Emperor’s throne room. The atrium was twice as long as it was wide; towering pillars in the shape of griffins supported the elaborate ceiling. It was an extraordinary artistic marvel, but Vera appeared nonplussed, returning her gaze to her long red nails. No one knew her age and her striking beauty belied the tumultuous centuries she had weathered as the High Priestess of Palo. Her aloof demeanor and general disinterest was beginning to upset the narcissistic Corixian Emperor. She could feel his eyes bore into her from
-The Apocrypha Vera Locust glanced around the Emperor’s throne room. The atrium was twice as long as it was wide; towering pillars in the shape of griffins supported the elaborate ceiling. It was an extraordinary artistic marvel, but Vera appeared nonplussed, returning her gaze to her long red nails. No one knew her age and her striking beauty belied the tumultuous centuries she had weathered as the High Priestess of Palo. Her aloof demeanor and general disinterest was beginning to upset the narcissistic Corixian Emperor. She could feel his eyes bore into her from