[P] ROCK - ROLL - BLOOM - GLOW

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - Pavetta felt sorely out of place. She was not Regime, not important. She was not a worshiper of gods. She was not a believer. She was a healer from the Rift, a cruel, desolate place. Only survival mattered there. She had been waiting for hours, digging, scrambling, trying to find a way into the locked pass where the Regimes were trapped. The crowd murmured and swayed, a restless, shifting mass where she was jostled to and fro. Another face in the crowd. No one. Insignificant. A star in the galaxy.   What was she doing here? Meddling with gods and kings and queens? She could not leave Somnus, however. And so she stayed, just as shocked as everyone else when the Regimes were released. Pavetta strained, rearing to see over the milling crowd. Somnus? Ipomoea? There. They exited calmly, stoically. What had taken place behind that stone wall? Pavetta knew better than to bother the Regime at a time like this. So she slowly melted back into the crowd until she was wandering away down the slope, uncertain of where she might go next. She ended up at Solis’ statue sometime the next day only to watch him materialize into flesh and bone and arrogant godly glory. It was a disappointing experience to say the least. She felt relieved when Bexley approached her boldly afterwards; golden skin glittering in the light. While the flaxen-haired mare was a new acquaintance Pavetta had thoroughly enjoyed their brief conversation before the Summit. It had been awkward and comfortable at the same time. Awkward that it felt so comfortable, perhaps. And Bexley had stood up to Solis with such recklessness, such boldness. “You really need to ask?” Pavetta laughed, glad it didn’t feel forced. "After lecturing a god I'm sure you could use a drink or ten. I could too, to be honest." She fell in step beside Bexley, wondering if she would remember the night to come, or if it would be another blur of shadows and light as it had been with Acton at the Night Markets in Denocte. “Delumine has pretty good wine, you know. Do you need to return to your court right away?” Pavetta glanced at her slyly. “If not…follow me."   a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---

@Bexley