[SWP] ACT I: The Trembling of a Distant Land

[Florentine]

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There is a quiver of magic that creeps and crawls its way up the slender curve of her spine. Florentine shivers beneath its touch, she aches with knowing and her nerves begin to hum with excitement.
 
Oh but the roar… Even Terrastella’s walls quake at the volcano’s sounding. Magic slips, bright and wild, through every inch of Novus. Florentine feels it. Oh, she drowns in it. Every fiber of her being was forged from catastrophic magic. She is a girl made at the end of Time and at its beginning too. There is no part of Time not open to her. Ah she hums with the magic that now rattles the bones of Novus. The Time-girl smiles with the magic that sings in her ears and reminds her whose power it is that ricochets through her flesh and heart.
 
Florentine is hours and seconds. She is centuries and millennia. She is the girl of parallel worlds and endless alternate lives. This time-girl was not made for monotony, for mere court intrigue. Oh this wild earth with its burgeoning magic awakens her soul. She rises before it, stirred like the monstrous island that rouses far, far out to sea.
 
They call to her: this darkness and this chaos. They beckons the Rift girl from her rooms and she comes. Each step, each beat of her gilded wings frees her of the tethers of this plain existence she has begun to call life. Somewhere her dagger is keening, oh she feels the magic pulling them tight. Her eyes amethyst and bright, glow, alive with wonder, alive with life.
 
Florentine lands upon sea-soaked sand and lays her wings to rest upon her swollen sides. She drinks in the volcano erupting and she remembers dragons and comets landing in fire and splitting earth. She remembers lightning upon planes leaving behind their jagged pillars. And clockwork forests with leaves as sharp as knives, and above all, she remembers a once-sea, redder than blood, with whale songs left to haunt the leviathan bones she played through as a child.
 
Oh chaos and discord forged her and maybe she is the only one who stands upon the beach, closes her eyes with a smile and listens to the roar of the earth and its wicked magic. The child kicks in her gut, listening to the joyful thrum of her heart, the song of her blood that cries out, desirous.

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***STAFF EDIT
@Florentine has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +80 signos