There was much yet that she didn't know. The sprawling land she found herself in seemed endless, massive bird wings carrying her over the expanse; she watched all that passed below her and she couldn't help but compare it to all the places she visited before--every land had a similar system, she realized, a familiar structure set in place by those of a higher power. Gods. Courts. Sovereigns. Populace. It was all the same, and she wondered if she would find a place worthwhile to stay for a time. She knew much, has seen even more, and she wanted to be indulged. She wanted new, she craved a sense of having her curiosity sated. And so she traveled from land to land, across territories and continents, to find at least a sliver of something.
It might not be the area of old-time battle-strewn blood that she found what she was looking for, but it was there that her wings grew too tired to continue on for the moment. And so she allowed the air pressure to drift her down, gravity taking hold as wings softened to glide onto crystal flowers. She didn't know where she was, of course, so she couldn't understand the significance of where she stopped: to her, there were no battles that took place on supple grasses, no rumors of a silver-girl who lost her life, nothing noteworthy about the flowers that had bloomed with shimmering glass facets. She could feel the pull of the place, certainly, the tense murmur of magic that lingered around her as if someone had plucked a guitar string and let it vibrate endlessly. The wavelengths she inserted herself into--the seemingly invisible veil between natural and magical forces wavering with her body in between it all--it hung in the air like a welcomed plague, and she knew the feeling well. It was the power of a God, and for once she might have been surprised that such power lent itself to turning into something so beautiful. She could recognize the glamour, the finely-drawn allure of the spaces around her, and for a moment she might have felt something like... shock.
But at least she felt anything at all.
And so with golden eyes and a maroon cape that draped itself lavishly across blood-marked body, she spread wings wide and prepared to once again take flight. She had seen enough, had found the source of why she suddenly felt so drawn to land, and it was time to move on to other things. She had much to learn, and she was growing bored of the monotony of being disappointed.
Seconds before she pushed off, a single glass flower caught along the edge of her cape and stuck tight to the fabric.
It might not be the area of old-time battle-strewn blood that she found what she was looking for, but it was there that her wings grew too tired to continue on for the moment. And so she allowed the air pressure to drift her down, gravity taking hold as wings softened to glide onto crystal flowers. She didn't know where she was, of course, so she couldn't understand the significance of where she stopped: to her, there were no battles that took place on supple grasses, no rumors of a silver-girl who lost her life, nothing noteworthy about the flowers that had bloomed with shimmering glass facets. She could feel the pull of the place, certainly, the tense murmur of magic that lingered around her as if someone had plucked a guitar string and let it vibrate endlessly. The wavelengths she inserted herself into--the seemingly invisible veil between natural and magical forces wavering with her body in between it all--it hung in the air like a welcomed plague, and she knew the feeling well. It was the power of a God, and for once she might have been surprised that such power lent itself to turning into something so beautiful. She could recognize the glamour, the finely-drawn allure of the spaces around her, and for a moment she might have felt something like... shock.
But at least she felt anything at all.
And so with golden eyes and a maroon cape that draped itself lavishly across blood-marked body, she spread wings wide and prepared to once again take flight. She had seen enough, had found the source of why she suddenly felt so drawn to land, and it was time to move on to other things. She had much to learn, and she was growing bored of the monotony of being disappointed.
Seconds before she pushed off, a single glass flower caught along the edge of her cape and stuck tight to the fabric.
Vultures circle overhead
people love to watch a wreck
***STAFF EDIT
@forseti has rolled a 3! Perhaps she has decided to pick a flower to take home with her; however, bad luck will dog her heels for the next 1 RL month (half an IC season). You can decide what the details of her bad luck entail, pm @nestle or @sid if you want ideas!
