"... It fills you with determination."
Somnus was aware of the uncomfortable heat that seemed to grow, as well as the sweat that began to darken the dusty gold of his coat into a rich copper. Rivulets of moister beaded and fell upon his brow, as well from the crest of his neck, and even upon his shoulders and beneath his wings as he struggled and strained against the pile of rubble. It seemed that every time they made even an inch of progress, their hard work would be dampened by another slab of rubble falling into its place. Then, their struggle would renew itself, and even though there were so many bodies straining and struggling to open up a pathway so that they were no longer trapped, Somnus was unskilled with his telekinesis.
Using it in such quick succession for an extended duration of time was exhausting. He was just a mortal man, no matter what his title was. He bore no magic or skill other than the limited telekinesis he carried and his fleeting prowess in battle, but damn it all, he would try and struggle until he collapsed if it meant helping them all escape the confines of the meeting place. Florentine’s portal did not help, nor did Po’s reverent, pleading words to the trees. It seemed that nothing that they would try would be enough… Until behind them, a section of trees began to twist and change.
They seemed to revert into themselves, shrinking and growing smaller as though in that very place, time itself shifted backwards. It was peculiar and ominous, and Somnus’ head turned towards the statue of Tempus as he stepped back from the collapsed remains of the stone doorway. It was strange, and truthfully, beyond his comprehension. They all had so many questions upon why they had been summoned here, and to a degree, that had been answered; change was coming, yet... When they had pressed for information, displaying their eagerness to learn and know and prepare, the Tempus had given them nothing.
Maybe that would have changed had not Tempus’ children behaved. Maybe if the Gods had worked together, this end result would not have happened… Yet they were not like Tempus. They could not turn back time or alter universes. They could do nothing now save take their pathetic insight and prepare for whatever change Tempus had warned them of.
“… I hope that you know what you are doing,” the Dawn King uttered softly. He did not know if he was imploring Tempus, Oriens, Solis, Caligo, or Vespera. Perhaps he was speaking to all of them. All he knew was that they could not remain and continue to poke around for answers. The meeting was complete, no matter how incomplete it felt, and they truly had no choice but to leave and formulate some kind of plan.
Verdant eyes returned to the cracking, morphing shapes of the trees, and tentatively, he followed after the Solterran Queen. Soon enough only petite saplings remained where impassable, mighty trees once stood. He watched solemnly as Seraphina passed through, and silently he wished her well.“Travel safe.” A simple wish of wellbeing from one Sovereign to another. They were not so quaint with one another yet that Somnus desired to say anything else. Instead, he focused on the others who remained.
“We can fit through,” he called back to them, focusing on Ipomoea and Orion first and foremost, as they were of his Court. Then, he looked to Florentine, the lovely golden lady of whom he called a friend. “Winds carry you and yours back to Terrastella swiftly and unscathed, Florentine. Send a messenger should you require anything in the coming days.” With that, the Dawn King waited until Po and Orion were following before stepping through the saplings, taking great caution to not squish or snap them in his passing.
It was done, and they needed to prepare for whatever change was coming to their land.
tag: @Orion @Ipomoea @Florentine @Seraphina
Using it in such quick succession for an extended duration of time was exhausting. He was just a mortal man, no matter what his title was. He bore no magic or skill other than the limited telekinesis he carried and his fleeting prowess in battle, but damn it all, he would try and struggle until he collapsed if it meant helping them all escape the confines of the meeting place. Florentine’s portal did not help, nor did Po’s reverent, pleading words to the trees. It seemed that nothing that they would try would be enough… Until behind them, a section of trees began to twist and change.
They seemed to revert into themselves, shrinking and growing smaller as though in that very place, time itself shifted backwards. It was peculiar and ominous, and Somnus’ head turned towards the statue of Tempus as he stepped back from the collapsed remains of the stone doorway. It was strange, and truthfully, beyond his comprehension. They all had so many questions upon why they had been summoned here, and to a degree, that had been answered; change was coming, yet... When they had pressed for information, displaying their eagerness to learn and know and prepare, the Tempus had given them nothing.
Maybe that would have changed had not Tempus’ children behaved. Maybe if the Gods had worked together, this end result would not have happened… Yet they were not like Tempus. They could not turn back time or alter universes. They could do nothing now save take their pathetic insight and prepare for whatever change Tempus had warned them of.
Verdant eyes returned to the cracking, morphing shapes of the trees, and tentatively, he followed after the Solterran Queen. Soon enough only petite saplings remained where impassable, mighty trees once stood. He watched solemnly as Seraphina passed through, and silently he wished her well.
It was done, and they needed to prepare for whatever change was coming to their land.
I might post Somnus once more, maybe. Or I might just end it here. :D
