Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
Her gaze is still fixed on the distant horizon, seeing only what her imagination paints. A temple rising to the sky: large, brightly lit by windows all around. Bricks made from the soul of Solterra and decorated with gems and Glass from around Novus. The dream is still in infancy, just blueprints to lay out before her and fiddle with. Change after change until it is just.. right. It takes her a moment to process hat Bexley has replied, and she thinks, processing the words so as to not make a fool of herself in response. Impressive? It is impressive, but Inkheart does not think of it that way. It's a mission, a task set before her. Not by Solis or Maxence but by herself, and she knows deep in her heart that it is right - for her glory and for the Sun God, but also... "It shall be a beacon of light and hope for our people." Our people. She's claimed them as her own. A responsibility she will have to learn to carry proudly and respectfully - justly.
Her gaze returns to meet Bexley's blue ones. "I would like your help." She says honestly. It would take more than the effort of a young priestess to achieve her goal. There will be much to do and it will take a long time to complete. The smile is offers is the warmest she's offered in a long time, she thinks.
