LOOK AT YOU KIDS, YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE COOLEST
THIS WORLD IS YOURS AND YOU CAN'T REFUSE IT
Spring had finally given up it's grip on the land, summertide taking it's place with the promise of thunderstorms and unrelenting sunshine. Every year, she cursed the hot season, her mortal body craving the harsh winters of her mortal childhood home. A land long forgotten, perhaps, she did not know. The memory of her arrival in this place flooded her -- not that she could forget anyways -- the feeling of suddenly waking up in the thick of a snow drift rushing over her. Even now, nearly six too-long years past, the once-immortal fae could not shake the feeling of her body crumbling like ruined castle's walls around her. Every breath was kissed with death, each inhale poisonous and ever closer to when her physical body would perish.
And oh, how she longed to be among the stars. An ethereal, timeless goddess she was. A silent watcher and keepers of knowledge. To know the makings of every existing timeline in every universe, every possibility, every outcome. It was overwhelming and glorious and brutal. But she had known only such since the birth of time itself.. living out multiple millennia in solitude. Mutually aware of her brother, her twin.. her other half to an existence far greater than this damnation she was now living.
The witchy woman spat onto the ground at the very thought. Not that her pure hatred ever left her.. oh no; she thrived because of it. Her ambitions and desires were the only reason she had not burned this world to ash and dust, forcing her way back to the starborn life she had came from. Now, she could only do what she was good at. In the court of the rising sun, Nimue could only find solace from her constant frustration by remaining in the library. As a sage, she acted as the closest thing to what she had been long before. And if she could rise here, in the mortal realm the universe damned her in, at the very least she might be able to force the god's hands in regards to her own desires.
Thinking of this, as always, the rosy femme strolled through the court's castle. Her hoofbeats were silent and soft on the dry earth, the too-sweet smell of blossoms thick in her lungs. Normally, the crone-like mare would never be caught outside the grand library during the daytime hours; instead feeling more at ease in the company of books and silence than younglings and older folk alike with their silly questions. Today was a rare day, her muscles twitching for movement, and so she walked. Blissfully alone and with herself until her good blue-violet orb fell onto the presence of not one, but two mares.
Strangers, at best. Surely because she preferred peace and quiet, of course she did not initially recognize the two newcomers. Her eyes gazed over them both -- not entirely omitting the fact that she was attracted to them both. One, with scales the color of many opals and sea-pearls. A stunner, really, and one unlike she had ever seen in Novus. Perhaps in another land, another timeline, she might have seen her. But surely she would have remembered someone like her. The other, a beauty as well. Her coat the obsidian abyss of deep space, a color so dark that it could have matched Nimue's soul. Simply, she was taken with them both.
Regardless, although surprised, the witch hesitated. Her curiosity would be her undoing, as always. Her frustration about her lonely stroll being interrupted subsided -- however momentarily -- as she neared the two lovely strangers. She nearly choked on her own words, forcing herself to remain civil as a soft grin played at her lips. "Surely, you both must be new here," she stated matter-of-factory, shaking her forelock so her haunting eyes were bare for them to see. For I would not forget faces like either of yours.. she added silently.
And oh, how she longed to be among the stars. An ethereal, timeless goddess she was. A silent watcher and keepers of knowledge. To know the makings of every existing timeline in every universe, every possibility, every outcome. It was overwhelming and glorious and brutal. But she had known only such since the birth of time itself.. living out multiple millennia in solitude. Mutually aware of her brother, her twin.. her other half to an existence far greater than this damnation she was now living.
The witchy woman spat onto the ground at the very thought. Not that her pure hatred ever left her.. oh no; she thrived because of it. Her ambitions and desires were the only reason she had not burned this world to ash and dust, forcing her way back to the starborn life she had came from. Now, she could only do what she was good at. In the court of the rising sun, Nimue could only find solace from her constant frustration by remaining in the library. As a sage, she acted as the closest thing to what she had been long before. And if she could rise here, in the mortal realm the universe damned her in, at the very least she might be able to force the god's hands in regards to her own desires.
Thinking of this, as always, the rosy femme strolled through the court's castle. Her hoofbeats were silent and soft on the dry earth, the too-sweet smell of blossoms thick in her lungs. Normally, the crone-like mare would never be caught outside the grand library during the daytime hours; instead feeling more at ease in the company of books and silence than younglings and older folk alike with their silly questions. Today was a rare day, her muscles twitching for movement, and so she walked. Blissfully alone and with herself until her good blue-violet orb fell onto the presence of not one, but two mares.
Strangers, at best. Surely because she preferred peace and quiet, of course she did not initially recognize the two newcomers. Her eyes gazed over them both -- not entirely omitting the fact that she was attracted to them both. One, with scales the color of many opals and sea-pearls. A stunner, really, and one unlike she had ever seen in Novus. Perhaps in another land, another timeline, she might have seen her. But surely she would have remembered someone like her. The other, a beauty as well. Her coat the obsidian abyss of deep space, a color so dark that it could have matched Nimue's soul. Simply, she was taken with them both.
Regardless, although surprised, the witch hesitated. Her curiosity would be her undoing, as always. Her frustration about her lonely stroll being interrupted subsided -- however momentarily -- as she neared the two lovely strangers. She nearly choked on her own words, forcing herself to remain civil as a soft grin played at her lips. "Surely, you both must be new here," she stated matter-of-factory, shaking her forelock so her haunting eyes were bare for them to see. For I would not forget faces like either of yours.. she added silently.
@alioth @'dragon glass'
Why hello darlings <3
I think Nim has a couple crushes xD
"Nimue speech."
