[EVENT] Each One a Treasure

[Raum]

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

 


He returns to Bellum Steppe, the sunrise bright upon the horizon. The Crow is silver and bright as he steps amid the swaying flowers. All about him glitters and his skin is the silver metal gleaming amidst their glittering stems.
 
The meadow is a rippling sea of glittering light. The flowers lean toward the sun, bright and beautiful. In silence the Solterran king steps through them, wondering what magic it was that caused flowers to grow from blood-soaked turf.
 
With the meadow of wild-gem flowers covering the whole of the Steppe, Raum cannot even see the place where he left Seraphina dying. Bellum Steppe hides the horrors of her past, ghosts roam no longer upon a land as barren as Sheol, but in a meadow fit for the Olympian gods. What deceptive magic is it?
 
Gems tap, tap, tap against his limbs, magic whispers its way into his bones. His blue eyes mirror lapis lazuli petals the shimmer and shiver and shine in the light of the new day.
 
A glimmer of gold catches his gaze and slowly the Ghost turns to see a child step out into the meadow. Her gilded skin shines like the band of a ring, the gems nestled like precious stones, into her soul. She wanders, breathless but bright, her horn rises to the sky, as if to summon the sun to rise. He does not move, but she meanders closer. Shadows do not claim her, the dust of the desert does not adorn her, twilight does not sleepily bathe her. The girl is born of sunrise, a hazy gold that blinks its eyes awake.
 
A music plays, a melody akin to the Pied Piper and the girl steps deeper into the sea of flowers. Their stems ripple like waves of the sea, like hands that lure her in. The tide of music and magic pulls her orbit closer, closer until she is but a stride from him.
 
Raum watches her, ears listening to the lilting music of magic dawning. Bellum Steppe was no place for a child, he has seen unease slip along Sabine’s spine the moment comprehension of this savage place wove its way into her mind.
 
The Crow moves towards the child and his skull lowers. Petals reach for his lips, to poison, to bless, to curse? Oh it could be any one of them! He sways back, his lips unkissed by such strange petals. His eyes drift to the girl, “This is not a place for children to be. Especially not alone.” Raum murmurs gently, warily, as the drip of phantom blood on ruby petals begins to tap, tap, tap between the Delumine child and the Solterran king.
 
“If you have parents, you should run home to them. There is danger in even the most beautiful of things.” And he thinks of Sabine, of the daggers he bestowed her, each one ornately, beautifully carved.
 
He looks to the child. “Stay safe.”

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***STAFF EDIT
@Raum has rolled a 5! He has been awarded +1 EXP point for interacting with the flowers.