Eudialyte

Eudialyte stood amidst the frozen tundra,
A wildclaw with shimmering scales of red,
Her heart pulled to another, far yonder,
For whom she longed to be with, instead.

The mate she craved, Honos the Obelisk,
With filigree gold patterns on his skin,
Her love for him grew deeper than an abyss,
A connection forged, pure as crystal within.

But leaving her clan, a decision hard to make,
Her fellow healers, whom she held dear,
Their cries of sadness, their hearts that ache,
Their pleas for her to stay, ringing in her ear.

Yet Eudialyte knew what her heart desired,
To be with Honos, no matter the cost,
Their love, a flame that burned like fire,
Their bond, a connection that could not be lost.

So with a heavy heart, she bid farewell,
To her home, the Frozen Sanctum's embrace,
And set out to join Honos, with whom she'd dwell,
Their love, a journey, through time and space.