she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
Some of those that lingered around Maerys were hungry for excitement; they longed to right what had been wronged and see a felicitous end to whatever mysteries this island produced. Some jostled for a better position, offering their opinions where it was feasible no one cared for them and simply just hoped others would agree. This statue was put here by some elite, whether it was one of the gods or Tempus himself, perhaps to stave off the insurrection that boiled and bubbled like thick lava in the heart of Novus.
Or was it a distraction from it all?
Maerys believed herself to be moving of her own free will now, one of many yet still her own. To the rest, however, she was no more than a part of the group, one with predictable behavior when viewed as a whole. They moved like a shoal of fish as they breezed through different possibilities about the statue and note, eliminating some perspectives and agreeing with others as one single entity. As she listened with quiet breath and a steady demeanor, she realized that she may indeed have become one of many, feeding off of the impulses of those around her to inform her decisions. When a new thought was brought into the conversation, she waited to see what others had to say before she decided on how she felt. Maerys could only wonder what it took to think like an individual in the heart of a crowd - it seemed none of the others were objecting the general consensus the group had formed. Was it possible?
Some thought of the statue as a gift, others thought it was a trap. The horses that circled Maerys debated if they should travel alone or in groups and what it would mean if they did so. It seemed most had contributed to the conversation in some way, whether that be in agreement or not, with a short and sweet speech that boomed over the gathering crowd. Palpable worry buzzed through the air as they all shared one common goal: safety. It seemed that the end of the meeting was near, and with that, the silver-haired girl and her dragon turned and slowly left, their departure as wordless as their arrival.
Or was it a distraction from it all?
Maerys believed herself to be moving of her own free will now, one of many yet still her own. To the rest, however, she was no more than a part of the group, one with predictable behavior when viewed as a whole. They moved like a shoal of fish as they breezed through different possibilities about the statue and note, eliminating some perspectives and agreeing with others as one single entity. As she listened with quiet breath and a steady demeanor, she realized that she may indeed have become one of many, feeding off of the impulses of those around her to inform her decisions. When a new thought was brought into the conversation, she waited to see what others had to say before she decided on how she felt. Maerys could only wonder what it took to think like an individual in the heart of a crowd - it seemed none of the others were objecting the general consensus the group had formed. Was it possible?
Some thought of the statue as a gift, others thought it was a trap. The horses that circled Maerys debated if they should travel alone or in groups and what it would mean if they did so. It seemed most had contributed to the conversation in some way, whether that be in agreement or not, with a short and sweet speech that boomed over the gathering crowd. Palpable worry buzzed through the air as they all shared one common goal: safety. It seemed that the end of the meeting was near, and with that, the silver-haired girl and her dragon turned and slowly left, their departure as wordless as their arrival.
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