Awaken the Keepless

[Tearen Wover]

In due time, the quiescent pair made their wat back to the Goron camp, which consisted of several canvas tents and a few floodlights, which really only made it even harder to see through the now blizzard-like ash fall. The entire world was a dull, dark grey, and only silhouettes could be distinguished in the haze. The automaton's question was bemusing to the god-mind, Nealaphh itself did not know exactly what it had been made into when it was brought to this place.

In truth, I do not entirely know. I have never been forced into a single, physical form. Whether this mortal body is a shell decided by The Smiling One or by some subconscious aspect of my own mind is not clear... Nealaphh mused finding its way back to the troupe leader's tent. After notifying Goshen that it has returned with a wanderer, Nealaphh spent a few minutes transmuting the volcanic ash into a black, glassy enclosure under which it and its new companion could stay out of the mineral precipitation.

I seem to be made of silicate minerals, but my own inner workings are unknown. It is not something I have paid much mind to, but, perhaps, might be prudent. But what of yourself, Keepless? What is the Seed, and whom do you seek?