And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw.
It did not surprise the red stallion that so many would rise to their summons in aid of the sovereigns. Love of god might wax and wane with the soul's need of it, for love of the unseen is hard to touch and even harder to keep, but love of a leader is tangible and fierce when loyalty is earned.
Raymond had not waited to see who would answer the call, and no sooner had he loosed his rallying cry than he had set to with a will against the cave-in, making little headway but trying all the same. It meant nothing to inspire the people if one could not offer the same dedication in turn.
Calliope preached a creed he knew well from Velius, where shoulder to shoulder they had stood tall against gods far more tangible than the gods of Novus and fought them off in the name of personal freedom. Raymond knew the worldview well, could recite it with her in his own words even as he spoke. He saw Pavetta struggling against the collapse, slinking almost catlike to her side around the debris.
"Neither do I," he replied, overhearing her despair as he drew near. His voice cut through the air as decisively as his blade on a battlefield and there was something proud in the admission. Magic was simply a tool, a number to balance an equation - and there were far too many ways to tip a scale to fret over the lack of one solitary component. "But that doesn't make us helpless."
The red stallion set to with a will alongside the rose-tipped unicorn, and the combined straining of their bodies shifted much more than each could have done alone. Perhaps it would mean nothing against the collapse in the grand scheme of things, but in Raymond's eye it was enough to try, to speak truth to power and walk forward when it says to stop, to dig deep when it says to rest. Only then could one be truly alive.
Raymond had not waited to see who would answer the call, and no sooner had he loosed his rallying cry than he had set to with a will against the cave-in, making little headway but trying all the same. It meant nothing to inspire the people if one could not offer the same dedication in turn.
Calliope preached a creed he knew well from Velius, where shoulder to shoulder they had stood tall against gods far more tangible than the gods of Novus and fought them off in the name of personal freedom. Raymond knew the worldview well, could recite it with her in his own words even as he spoke. He saw Pavetta struggling against the collapse, slinking almost catlike to her side around the debris.
"Neither do I," he replied, overhearing her despair as he drew near. His voice cut through the air as decisively as his blade on a battlefield and there was something proud in the admission. Magic was simply a tool, a number to balance an equation - and there were far too many ways to tip a scale to fret over the lack of one solitary component. "But that doesn't make us helpless."
The red stallion set to with a will alongside the rose-tipped unicorn, and the combined straining of their bodies shifted much more than each could have done alone. Perhaps it would mean nothing against the collapse in the grand scheme of things, but in Raymond's eye it was enough to try, to speak truth to power and walk forward when it says to stop, to dig deep when it says to rest. Only then could one be truly alive.
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and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
aut viam inveniam aut faciam
