N I M U E
we have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins,carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains.
93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars with people names.
- nikita gill
For a few days, little birdies whispered in the shadows of the lost relic of the time god having been found. She would only admit to herself that she did not search the new lands as determined as others, but that did not mean she wasn't ambitious to find it first. The witchy woman was just a little more.. frugal with her time and how she spent it. She had searched the citadel at the top of the Peak, twice.. sort of, as well as the desert sands of the court of Day. Nothing. The mare was baffled that she came back empty-handed. If only she had access to her gift.. damn the gods.
She snorted, cursing to no one in particular. Thankfully, she was alone. Blissfully, utterly alone; basking in the silence like the joys of sunbathing. The rosy dame cantered, hooves beating the soft spring soil until she was at the base of the mountain in the heart of the land. Rays of sunshine dipped below the horizon, staining the sky a pallet of watery reds and pinks and purples. The little birds murmured that tall hedges had grown seemingly overnight in the southern reaches of the neutral grounds. A maze. And the most sought-out object that had everyone in a fuss was found by no one other than a shaman. Someone mysterious and yet powerful whom lurked in the Caves. So many whispers, that Nimue did not know how to make sense of it all. Until she stopped, suddenly in awe.
A feat in it's own right, the dame shuddered to stop, hooves digging deep into the ground for leverage. High above her, much higher than her, steep brambles reached towards the darkening sky. Thorny hedges, thick and green, and a path opening up several meters ahead of her. Oh. So the little birdies spoke the truth. A magical maze, a relic once found. A shaman shrouded in mist and secrecy. She blinked once. Twice. And with a determined snort, she trotted forward through the skinny path. Let the games begin.
OOC: *rubs hands together* ooooh can't wait!
