[P] It's not an adventure story, is it?

[Florentine]

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She may have been a godless girl, but the magic seared her agnostic soul. The trees, stood tall and ominous all faced inward. They were sages, no, they were shamans at a ritual. They hid the world from their secrets, they hid a god of time from his creation.
 
Around its edge the timeless girl wondered. She moved like a poem. Her every step was a rhythm of chanting magic, words that rippled like a vow. She would get on her knees for no god, but she would walk to the foot of their altar, their throne and drink in their splendor.
 
Words creep along her spine, in her dreams she has heard their voice, in distant times and far-away worlds. Florentine has danced upon the edge of time and stumbled back delirious and wild. It is not just flowers that weave through her hair, but mysteries that hide in the dark between each gilt strand. Memories, lives and secrets all live within her. She is so full of them she wonders if one day she might begin to leak each memory through ragged cracks or burst at once and lose them all.
 
There is no falter in her stride as her limbs peel her from the dark of those sentinel trees. There is no shy twitch of her skin as a wing passes across the door to the trees’ hidden shrine. In the clearing atop the mountain, the air is thin and paltry in her lungs, but it does not slow her as she steps to Raymond with bruised eyes blazing.
 
She has fallen to her death from the edge of time that lay before fate’s holy table. To search for a cat across the twisted magic of Rift did not phase her, no matter what ruins they might find.
 
Floentine steps before her friend and her eyes are near black in the magic-filled shadows. “I did not save Ruth for you to lose hope on her now, Raymond.” His ire, she wishes, was water to sluice off her skin. But it wasn’t. His companion had stolen more than her healing magic the day she knelt and begged Ruth to live.
 
“If you do not want to look for her, fine. But you are not the only one who cares for her.” And with that, with a flash of a silver dagger that has Verenor’s magic seething, she cuts their world into two.

florentine
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