The wanderer wanders, in and out of courts that she doesn’t belong to. She stays clear of Denocte, hoping that no one has see the way she so happily burned down the food stores. She does not want to be noticed, to be identified as the one who ruined Denocte’s winter. And yet, there was something that drew her towards their borders but never to cross them. Something was happening, she could feel it in her bones. It did not take the ground shaking for her to know that something was happening.
She stands where the river meets the sea, her eyes looking at others gathered. One made of fire, another as pale as the sand she stood one. And yet, here she was, her face marred with mischief and a smile that she could not take away. She looks to what the others see, the volcano in the distance beginning to erupt.
She cannot say that she has ever seen something so beautiful. Never has her eyes laid upon something that could destroy so many lives. One eruption could end a civilization. It could kill dinosaurs and whole kingdoms. Such a beautiful work of nature could cause so much destruction.
There was something eerie in the way she looks towards the erupting volcano. While others looked on with fear, scared about how they would survive such a thing if it were to effect them directly, Targwyn stands there in awe of its beautiful and ability to destroy. She wants to be like this volcano - a way of destruction that everyone fears but also finds beautiful. She will be Novus’ volcano, even if this one doesn’t take away life.
***STAFF EDIT
@Targwynhas rolled a 1! She has been awarded +10 signos
