Now I'm standing in a wasteland
Desert bones and dried up places
The hushed closeness of the trees encircled her larger body, massive bird wings tucked at her side against the slight chill the darkness beneath the canopy above brought through. Between the whistle of the leaves and brushing of boughs against boughs and overall silence of the remaining nature elements she couldn't even tell where the sounds were coming from; from the trees, surely, but what else was rummaging through the underbrush while she stood still in the middle of it all? What eyes were on her while she, cloaked creature with her skull-faced markings and molten golden eyes, looked out into the blackness of the spaces that disappeared from sight? It wasn't night yet but the placidity of the forest had an almost eerie song clutched tight to its breast, the words a hush across her body that sent restrained chills along her spine. For one not easily unnerved, the girl of little emotion and built on the foundations of logic and reasons, she was put slightly on edge. Perhaps that is what worried her the most.
Certainly she had been lost before, amid the endless mazes of woods and cities that had no direction. They pointed her in confusing ways, and while she twisted around turns and slipped between streets, there always seemed to be an end to their intricacies. But there in the land that she knew nothing of--the one that seemed to hold promises of greater purposes--everything was a conundrum and she was not in the mood for solving puzzles.
How satisfying it would be if, for once, she didn't have to ask questions.
A voice of a girl weary broke through the silence, her own thoughts scattering suddenly at the noise. She hadn't expected an answer. Though in reality the response she received was an inquiry at the statement she spoke out at the emptiness, it seemed a bit rhetorical in form. Her horned head turned toward the source of the words as the pale golden figure pushed through the rest of the small glade. She seemed almost to drag herself across the grasses, a slender frame with a ragged appearance that seemed unfitting. Something shone brightly beneath the rough exterior she presented then; a simple beauty in the way she moved, her girlish image a thing of endearing qualities. Even with her partially handicapped position, Forseti knew anyone wouldn't be wise to not consider her alluring. "Someone is always watching." Cryptically, impartially, she spoke about any number of things that could possibly be out there--for she knew of too many places with gods to discount the idea that some could exist there too.
With the flowered girl near enough to touch, Forseti set liquid eyes on the bandage holding a singular wing tight against ribs. Injured, perhaps broken, the wing was made to stay immobile. She asked no questions about its history, but instead shook her head slightly in disapproval. The girl's question came as the death-painted mare made motion to face the soiled wraps. "Yes." Her singular answer was but one beat as she pulled the end of her cloak to them and began tearing off the end, simultaneously undoing the cloth the pale girl wore. "I will mend it later," she explained, as if the concern would be why she was destroying her own cloak and not the pain that would come with changing the bandage. She was quick, efficient, and instead of the turned-stained white rags the smaller pegasus then sported a deep maroon one.
Pulling back to give a respectable distance, she asked her own question, certain that the girl would have been around at least long enough to sustain her injury in that land. "Do you know where we are?"
Certainly she had been lost before, amid the endless mazes of woods and cities that had no direction. They pointed her in confusing ways, and while she twisted around turns and slipped between streets, there always seemed to be an end to their intricacies. But there in the land that she knew nothing of--the one that seemed to hold promises of greater purposes--everything was a conundrum and she was not in the mood for solving puzzles.
How satisfying it would be if, for once, she didn't have to ask questions.
A voice of a girl weary broke through the silence, her own thoughts scattering suddenly at the noise. She hadn't expected an answer. Though in reality the response she received was an inquiry at the statement she spoke out at the emptiness, it seemed a bit rhetorical in form. Her horned head turned toward the source of the words as the pale golden figure pushed through the rest of the small glade. She seemed almost to drag herself across the grasses, a slender frame with a ragged appearance that seemed unfitting. Something shone brightly beneath the rough exterior she presented then; a simple beauty in the way she moved, her girlish image a thing of endearing qualities. Even with her partially handicapped position, Forseti knew anyone wouldn't be wise to not consider her alluring. "Someone is always watching." Cryptically, impartially, she spoke about any number of things that could possibly be out there--for she knew of too many places with gods to discount the idea that some could exist there too.
With the flowered girl near enough to touch, Forseti set liquid eyes on the bandage holding a singular wing tight against ribs. Injured, perhaps broken, the wing was made to stay immobile. She asked no questions about its history, but instead shook her head slightly in disapproval. The girl's question came as the death-painted mare made motion to face the soiled wraps. "Yes." Her singular answer was but one beat as she pulled the end of her cloak to them and began tearing off the end, simultaneously undoing the cloth the pale girl wore. "I will mend it later," she explained, as if the concern would be why she was destroying her own cloak and not the pain that would come with changing the bandage. She was quick, efficient, and instead of the turned-stained white rags the smaller pegasus then sported a deep maroon one.
Pulling back to give a respectable distance, she asked her own question, certain that the girl would have been around at least long enough to sustain her injury in that land. "Do you know where we are?"
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