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 LOOK AT YOU KIDS, YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE COOLEST
THIS WORLD IS YOURS AND YOU CAN'T REFUSE IT
Spring had finally given up it's grip on the land, summertide taking it's place with the promise of thunderstorms and unrelenting sunshine. Every year, she cursed the hot season, her mortal body craving the harsh winters of her mortal childhood home. A land long forgotten, perhaps, she did not know. The memory of her arrival in this place flooded her -- not that she could forget anyways -- the feeling of suddenly waking up in the thick of a snow drift rushing over her. Even now, nearly six too-long years past, the once-immortal fae could not shake the feeling of her body crumbling like ruined castle's walls around her. Every breath was kissed with death, each inhale poisonous and ever closer to when her physical body would perish.
And oh, how she longed to be among the stars. An ethereal, timeless goddess she was. A silent watcher and keepers of knowledge. To know the makings of every existing timeline in every universe, every possibility, every outcome. It was overwhelming and glorious and brutal. But she had known only such since the birth of time itself.. living out multiple millennia in solitude. Mutually aware of her brother, her twin.. her other half to an existence far greater than this damnation she was now living. The witchy woman spat onto the ground at the very thought. Not that her pure hatred ever left her.. oh no; she thrived because of it. Her ambitions and desires were the only reason she had not burned this world to ash and dust, forcing her way back to the starborn life she had came from. Now, she could only do what she was good at. In the court of the rising sun, Nimue could only find solace from her constant frustration by remaining in the library. As a sage, she acted as the closest thing to what she had been long before. And if she could rise here, in the mortal realm the universe damned her in, at the very least she might be able to force the god's hands in regards to her own desires. Thinking of this, as always, the rosy femme strolled through the court's castle. Her hoofbeats were silent and soft on the dry earth, the too-sweet smell of blossoms thick in her lungs. Normally, the crone-like mare would never be caught outside the grand library during the daytime hours; instead feeling more at ease in the company of books and silence than younglings and older folk alike with their silly questions. Today was a rare day, her muscles twitching for movement, and so she walked. Blissfully alone and with herself until her good blue-violet orb fell onto the presence of not one, but two mares. Strangers, at best. Surely because she preferred peace and quiet, of course she did not initially recognize the two newcomers. Her eyes gazed over them both -- not entirely omitting the fact that she was attracted to them both. One, with scales the color of many opals and sea-pearls. A stunner, really, and one unlike she had ever seen in Novus. Perhaps in another land, another timeline, she might have seen her. But surely she would have remembered someone like her. The other, a beauty as well. Her coat the obsidian abyss of deep space, a color so dark that it could have matched Nimue's soul. Simply, she was taken with them both. Regardless, although surprised, the witch hesitated. Her curiosity would be her undoing, as always. Her frustration about her lonely stroll being interrupted subsided -- however momentarily -- as she neared the two lovely strangers. She nearly choked on her own words, forcing herself to remain civil as a soft grin played at her lips. "Surely, you both must be new here," she stated matter-of-factory, shaking her forelock so her haunting eyes were bare for them to see. For I would not forget faces like either of yours.. she added silently. @alioth @'dragon glass' Why hello darlings <3 I think Nim has a couple crushes xD "Nimue speech."  KASIL There was something very calming about flight; the familiar way that the wind rustled beneath his feathers and against his skin, the fresh gusts of air in his nostrils reinvigorating. His favorite time to fly was during the dawn, a time when he felt the closest to Oriens himself. It was also the time that many were still deep in their slumbers, and the world had yet to break into the chaos of day. Kasil often let himself revel in such moments, the private time that he took to himself away from his studies and the worries of being a Sovereign. He could not help the sense of dread that came within him when his time of flight came to an end, the nagging strings of responsibility beginning to pull him from the sky. With an impulse, he began to rise high above the trees -- far higher than perhaps he should be going, still finding himself drifting in the direction of the citadel. He reached for the stars beyond the atmosphere, until his breath shuddered and left him, stretching his neck until his eyes closed and he began to fall. It was something that perhaps should have caused a panic in the stallion, the thought of the hard earth quickly coming up to greet him, ready to catch him. Instead there was a certain aura of peace, and that was what frightened him. He supposed he could have fallen to his very death, but at the last moment, the stag turned himself right again and used those large, dark wings of his to catch himself -- snatching him away from the earth’s talons. He was breathless when his feet found the ground again, his wings spread wide and fallen against the ground as if they were tired too. Outside of the walls. Still alone, and with a moment to collect himself -- Kasil drew back to what the people often saw. Not a hair out of place, calm and personable -- something more befitting of his title. Tucking his wings against his sides, the stallion began a methodical pace. Perhaps the library would give him refuge today. He found himself exhausted already -- the previous night spent walking the halls until he could no longer take the silence. Then it had been out here, past the walls of the citadel -- and his flight. Sleep. He would need sleep before too long, and the library could offer the perfect cover for a little nap. Kasil took the lesser used entrances and exits to the city, his stride rather purposeful as he moved towards it. He found that it was becoming more popular as they days drew onward, but he supposed he had no real reason to begrudge the loss of his not so secret pathways. It was a sparkle of color that caught his eye, causing the stallion to give pause. His ears fell back against his skull, the gold piece at his forehead shifting with the movement as he found himself struck by the sight of three mares. He recognized Nimue right away, her rose colored coat and her...less than rosy disposition easy to spot. It was the other two that he was curious about, a pair of unfamiliar faces. It seemed as though his court grew every day! It was a blessing, but Kasil often found himself at a loss with newcomers. The stallion decided to join them, if only for a brief moment -- adjusting his compass so that he was redirected towards them. ”Nimue.” He said brightly, a smile playing on his dark lips. ”I see you are making friends.” He teased, knowing her reputation as a ‘witch’ had made her a little unapproachable to some. Hello. He said cheerily, turning his attention to the darker mare first, her build more masculine and he supposed some could find it intimidating. ”I am Kasil. It is nice to make your acquaintance.” As he spoke, his attention turned to the scaled beauty, who appeared much more delicate. ”Delumine welcomes you both.” coding by Avis <3 @Nimue @Dragon Glass @Alioth
LOOK AT YOU KIDS, YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE COOLEST
THIS WORLD IS YOURS AND YOU CAN'T REFUSE IT
Nimue swallowed, willing the heat rising in her rosy cheeks to dissipate. She had better things to do than make herself a complete fool in front of strangers.. albiet, beautiful strangers. Blinking, she attempted to See with her blind eye, reaching out into the flows of time to guess the outcomes of this meeting. Instead, as her tendrils of power slipped, she was met with simply nothing. The relic bound and hidden from view was mocking her. To gain back a shred of her power only to have it be nearly useless.. her frustration was a tangible animal as she began to mentally bind it. The last thing she needed was to greet newcomers dishearteningly.. although she was the Witch Child after all.
She cursed to herself, quietly, as the leaves around them rustled and her king stepped into the flowery glade. The rosy dam dipped her crown as he entered, hiding a sneer as he teased her. He was ever cheerful towards the two lovely mares; ever the welcoming kingling as he built his Court. She could have warned him, might even still sometime, that such things are not always necessary. In her old life, before her cursed mortality, Nimue had watched as a multitude of kingdoms and worlds were born and destroyed. A phoenix cycle of rebirth and death as time forever flowed forward. Maybe she will warn him, maybe not.. she would have to see. Her attention turned not from Kasil to the brightly scaled woman in their circle. She spoke formally, and evenly; Nimue noting how her ribs constricted when she said her name. Funny, how the colorful mare looked for Dawn's king just after he had found them. She chuckled to herself, speaking up. "You stand in the presence of Kasil, Sovereign of Dawn," she said, dipping her crown towards her dark king, her gaze illuminated by the glowing amethyst at her throat. "And I am Nimue, Sage to the Court of the Rising Sun." @alioth @'dragon glass' @kasil Nimue has a couple crushes omg x) "Nimue speech." KASIL Slightly sweaty from exertion of flight, it was not Kasil’s finest appearance to date -- but he had little choice in the matter. He was always so very curious about who it was that came to Delumine, a scholar’s mind never tended to rest. It was amazing the experiences that other folks had; their walks of life very different from his own. The world was a never ending wonder in his own mind. He seemed to notice that his teasing had not been taken well by the rose-colored femme, and he dipped his head like a scolded child and allowed his ears to flatten. ”I meant no offense, Nimue.” He said softly, feeling like he had been transported back to his youth when the Sages would scold him for playing inside the libraries. If he had been more assured of Nimue’s preferences, he might have reached out to touch her -- but instead he gave her the reverence that he thought she deserved. She was an odd bird, but a powerful one and she deserved his respect. The king lifted his head once more, and let his attention turn back to the scaled fae that introduced herself as Alioth. Somehow, he thought the name to be fitting though he did not know it’s meaning. He was about to introduce himself as the king, when Nimue spoke up -- delivering the news in a more formal manner than he would have. Kasil was a personable king, much preferring to be considered a servant to his people rather than exalted like a god. He deserved no such praise, no such distinguishment. He was a Sage and fellow patron to Oriens, not much else. He offered a little smile. Thank you, Nimue...for that introduction.” He said, watching her. She was acting very peculiar today, and he wondered why. His attention swung back to Alioth, caught between the two females like a ball that they were passing back forth in a game. The third female had not spoken up since, and he didn’t wish to engage someone who didn’t wish to be engaged. Swept up by conversation, he would feel guilty later for all but forgetting about the third fae. ”You wish to join us?” He asked, seeking clarification. ”Or are you looking to be a guest amongst us?” He wondered at her story. The Sages were the ones who admitted new members to the Court, and they would ask her many questions about her life before this point. ”We would be happy to welcome you. The Champion of Sages would be the one to speak with, as they will gather your history and deem you worthy or not.” He frowned. ”As it stands, our Court has gone under some recent changes in leadership...so there is not a Champion of Sages just yet.” A moment passed, and he glanced at Nimue. ”Perhaps Nimue would be willing to help the Court by learning more about you.” He said, though it was not necessarily a question and more of an order. Kasil had been considering Nimue for quite a while yet -- and if she could handle some more...official duties -- he would have another reason to see her moved up in the ranks of Delumine. eee sorry this took so long to get to you! coding by Avis @Alioth @Nimue @’Dragon Glass’ (feel free to jump back in DG!)
LOOK AT YOU KIDS, YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE COOLEST
THIS WORLD IS YOURS AND YOU CAN'T REFUSE IT
The irony of the whole situation had bubbles of amused laughter rumbling deep in the back of her throat. Her dark king stood before her proud and defiant, ever the new ruler of their kingdom. Nimue's seriousness was not staged, her smitten blush hidden by the rose hues of her skin. She was young by mortal standards; her soul older than time itself and trapped in a crumbling cage made of flesh and bone. As a Guardian, a solitary watcher, a seeress and keeper of all knowledge throughout the universe's infinite timelines, Nimue was gifted. Intelligent. And so very, very old. A crone trapped in a mortal shell. She had witnessed worlds burned and destroyed to nothing more than skeletons and dust, only to be born anew amongst the ashes. Kingdoms rising and falling, and kings and queens through the many makings of time.
She had once, perhaps, watched her own king; in another life, another existence that she no longer belonged to now. In all truths, the Witch Child could not remember if she had or had not. With the relic of Tempus in tow now, however — albeit very carefully hidden — Nimue had all but regained her abilities. Finally, blissfully, she had unlocked the part of her that could See.. truly See; her mortally-blind left eye now open to the Sight again. Although weak — a child's grasp — the rose witch smiled to herself at the very thought. The knowledge that she was a step closer to her internal goddess once more a wondrous low-burning flame churning in the darkest parts of her soul. Nimue would not yet speak of her past and her true form yet.. best kept from her king at the moment. But for now, as always, although her skin ceased to shiver at the thought, the witch gave him the respect he rightfully deserved. Until further notice, that is. Kasil's smile and exchange of words struck a chord of curiosity in her; if not just because she desired to find out how he decided things. What his motives were; how his mind worked. Knowledge was her power, after all. The same strike of curiosity hit her when her haunting gaze roved over the two other women, almost lazily, but unmistakably with an interest that had the witch's heart beating a little quicker. The mysterious air hanging around them both was alluring; their beauty even more so. Her delicate crown tilted as she looked more deeply at the planes of their faces, and the secrets laid hidden in the sparks in their eyes. She wondered then what sort of kingdoms they hailed from — what sort of destruction might have driven them to such a new, reborn place such as this. Her ears pricked forward at her king's suggestion — demand, an order — and although her breath caught hotly in her throat, she dipped her head anyways. "As my King wishes," she replied, surprisingly with truthful chords. The new position of Counsel could serve her well to her own selfish advantages, as well as having a more equal ground with her King, if need be. Plus, she could not deny the temptation of unrestricted access to the court's libraries. But it was the other half of his order that had her holding her breath. Yes.. so she would stand to learn more about the colorfully scaled woman after all, it seemed. A phantom grin of amusement played at her ivory lips as her gifted role settled. Her headache was dull, pounding softly at the inside of her skull, but not nearly as painful as moments before. Instead, she focused on the quiet girl who had not yet spoken many words, as well as the woman who appeared to have stepped out of the ocean itself. Such beauty, and grace, and mystery that clung to every bright scale and hidden behind the tufts of her hair. "I would like to access you for your truth, and honesty, before my King deems you fit for the court of Dawn," she spoke, clearing her throat. The rosy witch shook her wild mane, her forelock falling to the wayside as her open, eerie gaze was no longer hidden by a curtain of silk. As she blinked, her left eye began to See; flashes of color flooding half of her vision as the timelines began to open up before her. She could only manage for a few minutes before the colors and clarity were gone. "Where do you hail from, Alioth? What brings you here seeking our Court?" @alioth @'dragon glass' @kasil "Nimue speech." |
