little pilgrim
the Indian's axed your scalp.
the Indian's axed your scalp.
The first sign that something (something new) was wrong came with the birds.
Hundreds of them flocked to the Solterran capitol, seabirds she knew and others with plumage she’d never seen, circling and crying out with a clamor of voices. Strange, thought Elif, but everything was growing strange in this world of blood and monsters and magic.
Not until the second day did she investigate. Then there was no denying that something was coming, when the horizon to the south looked like a smudge of kohl that grew and grew, when the desert trembled beneath her feet. Then Elif took to the skies, just another set of wings amid a thousand.
South she flew, quicker than a hawk, and though there were others making the same terrible migration the girl felt only alone. The whip coiled at her side was small comfort against such a disaster, and as the cloud of ash grew and grew Elif wondered if this was another wonder of the gods, or a punishment. It was hard to think that there was anything truly natural left, not after all Novus had witnessed in the past year. The only question was whose hand was behind it.
It was not a question she would answer. Though impatient and brash and always ready to fight, Elif knew when action was beyond her. And here it surely was: now the smoke was growing thicker, now the ash was visible, larger than snowflakes. Now the air was too cold, now the acrid scent was overpowering the sea, now there was lightning flickering and something red and molten and awful below it -
Elif turned, tears of cold and smoke stinging at her eyes, and like all those birds before her she fled.
*coughs at worst post ever*
***STAFF EDIT
@elif has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +80 signos
