Below Zero
my frost philosophy will put no curse on me
She hadn't been there when the note had first been found, when the yearling had risen from slumber to remember nothing. She'd been nowhere near the island that seemed to take up so much of her thought processing lately. She did, however, hear the whispering, the rumors; the words spread from muzzle to muzzle of some Relic on the island, of some God being there. No, not some God. Time himself. Bel walked towards the statue, not sure what to think, what to make of the switch in stories, the switch in what the island was. Her uncertainty suddenly made more sense to her. Her feeling of there being secrets (hiding a God's Relic in it's brush certainly counted for such, did it not?). She couldn't imagine what any of it might really mean . . . she was still to new to Novus to know the lore of the Gods (or was it History) well.
Approaching the statue her eyes settled on the note, at the extra scrawled word and her muzzle wrinkled, before her gaze turned towards the taunting island's center once more. Wind rushed past her, and her finned ears ruffled even as the rest of her body held still - not even her tail moved. The aquatic mare didn't know what it meant, but she could feel the shift in the air, like the island was pleased with itself? She didn't dare assume what the feeling might truly be, but she knew one thing . . . She would be back, she would search high and low. Not perhaps for the relic itself. She didn't know for certain what it even was.
But she would search for the secrets, for the truths, for what this island was still trying to hide. Briefly she pondered on having to let her Triton know she might be MIA from Terrastella for a while. The one time she'd ventured far away from the island, a new startling revelation was made. And Bel would not rest until she fully figured out this island, to fully understand why it made her pelt stand on in, and her fins prickle . . . . Asterion should surely understand . . . maybe.
Thoughts
Speech
@’Random Events’
Approaching the statue her eyes settled on the note, at the extra scrawled word and her muzzle wrinkled, before her gaze turned towards the taunting island's center once more. Wind rushed past her, and her finned ears ruffled even as the rest of her body held still - not even her tail moved. The aquatic mare didn't know what it meant, but she could feel the shift in the air, like the island was pleased with itself? She didn't dare assume what the feeling might truly be, but she knew one thing . . . She would be back, she would search high and low. Not perhaps for the relic itself. She didn't know for certain what it even was.
But she would search for the secrets, for the truths, for what this island was still trying to hide. Briefly she pondered on having to let her Triton know she might be MIA from Terrastella for a while. The one time she'd ventured far away from the island, a new startling revelation was made. And Bel would not rest until she fully figured out this island, to fully understand why it made her pelt stand on in, and her fins prickle . . . . Asterion should surely understand . . . maybe.
Thoughts
Speech
@’Random Events’
i feel no cold, i feel no fear inside my mind
Now I'm full of energy
STAFF EDIT***
@Below Zero has rolled a 2! She has been awarded +100 signos.
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