Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
Disappointment clouds her expression momentarily as the young floral lass says how little she knows of her own realm. What use is it to question her if the tart is clueless?! But despite her misgivings that have just surfaced, Inkheart stays put, waiting to hear what else will be said. Her momentary patience is rewarded with new information, however small.
Rannvieg. The way the girl described her made her sound like quite the capable leader. Though obviously unproven, for sovereigns had only just come in to power, her courage and charisma placed her in a position of strength. She is similarly what Inkheart might hope to be if she were ever sovereign. But this is not her time, and not her place. Though the ebony mare might be inclined to lead if given the opportunity (or if she chose to take the opportunity), she has other things to do in the meantime.
The flower child reveals herself to be called Florentine, or Flora. She calls the dark one "Firefly" and glances at the mark of Solis. A firefly might be an innocent creature but Inkheart is not. That being said, it was a nickname that would disguise her more mischievous nature. Her nares flare as she exhales a sigh. The chattiness of this Flora is tedious, but there are bits of information that she provides, or that may be gleaned. Inkheart was called nosy, and she snorts in short reply. It was a backhanded compliment. Inkheart is interested in gathering knowledge but does not like the connotations of the word "nosy." Not like she has much of a choice in the matter.
Midnight appendages stretch and refold as she settles in for what may be quite a long journey, if not in distance then in time filled by stories. She will not turn down insider information, however. Silent steps follow Flora, and as she brings up the Gods, Inkheart feels herself rise to meet the pedestal that is raised before her. Indeed this is her moment of glory, to shine -- to proselytize! A fierce but joyful expression lights her face then, lobes perked and crown elevated, alert!
Her voice is regal, but silken - rich though feminine. "There are four Gods: Tempus, the God of Time who created this land; Oriens, the God of the Rising Sun - the Dawn; Solis, the God of the Sun - the Day; Vespera, the Goddess of the Setting Sun - the Dusk; and finally, Caligo, the Goddess of the Night. These four deities rule over our lands. And I, I am Inkheart." She nodded in Flora's direction when she mentioned Vespera, but was obviously more excited when she mentioned Solis. She wishes that she had met the Gods, or at least Solis, but when it comes to answering what they are like, Inkheart has no answer. For the next one, however....
"Solis the greatest of all the Gods. It is by his glory that we and the life around us may grow and bloom. The sun that he makes shine bright is the giver of life, in combination with the water from the rain that combine to bring the light of rainbows to our skies." She briefly continues, describing the glory of the sun, the day, and a world of hope and happiness. The whole time her pride is evident on her face, orbs glowing with the fury of her belief. Her long plume held high, neck arched, and her wings even begin to spread them in her excitement.
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