The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
creeping moss, and hard stone walls. It had taken her months to be able to navigate the winding corridors, the echoes had confused her. The voices that bounced around the walls, the click-clack of hooves on worn cobblestones. But now, two seasons later, Luvena walked the halls with ease. Now she knew that the bustling hooves and stone whispers came from the storage areas and kitchens, where the acolytes bustled around, tending to the building. The hallways void of any sound but her own hooves against the rock meant she had wandered to the monastery, where the monks came to worship their goddess. Caligo. She had learned while she was here... about the first- the gods. She hadn't known much of them before, stubbornly she had refused to learn. Unwilling to let go of her attachments to Elysium. She understood them now.
So she walked the corridors with purpose now, greeting some of the familiar healers and acolytes as she did. She had come to know some of them well in her time here. She didn't stop to talk to them for long though. She was looking for someone more important.
She shivered slightly as a cool breeze made its way through the cracked walls. The mountains were cooler than the lands of dusk, but not unbearably so. At least not this time of year. Her time with the night order had been good for her. Of course, her ribs still showed from her sides, and her coat was still lackluster. That was okay, she knew she would never be normal, she'd had her shot... and that... hadn't bee normal anyway. But, there was a shine to her eyes now, slight, but those who had seen them before would notice the difference. Her legs didn't shake when she walked. She knew it would only last so long, but it would be nice while it did. Afterall, she'd been on deaths doorstep a few months prior. It wasn't the first time, but it was scarier... the first time she was ready, even though in the end, she didn't need to be... this time she wasn't.
So she walked the corridors on blood-red hooves, on legs that didn't wobble, her cream tail trailing behind her. Sweeping the already dust-free floors. Taking in the silence of the monastery wing. Even the wind seemed to silence itself here. The birds sang no songs, and the wolves howled no laments. She wondered if that was Caligos doing. That solemn silence. Some spell, or blessing, cast over the temple, the same way the shadows had been cast over its disciples.
There was a joy to being in the mountains. So close to the stars, the sky. The air was cool and fresh. she thought she'd never get to feel it, that closeness. Years ago, a stranger, a saccharine stranger, had promised her a trip up the lunar mountains. What a load of shit (it appeared the habits of the older monks foul mouths had rubbed off on her). She never saw Ozy again. The closest she had ever gotten to those mountains was when she was gasping for air through the smoke in her lungs while lying in the foothills. She wondered now if it was a coincidence. If he had left, like so many others, without a word. Or if all the disappearances.... the souls gone without a trace, were the start of it, of the fall. Afterall... it was only a year later that the beach was devoured. But now, she stood in a temple in the mountains, and it was more then she could have dreamed.
So she walked the corridors, waltzed them, with dainty steps, and head held high. She stopped for a moment to watch the young monks, those in training, tussle with each other when they thought no one was looking. It reminded her of her children when they were little. Eremurus always wanted to roughhouse with Liatris, and reluctantly, he had always given in. She wondered how many scrapes and bruises she would treat and bandage come the evening. when the white light, turned to gold. Coming through the holes in the ceiling, peppering the floor with flecks of sunlight. How many blood stains the acolytes would scrub from the cobblestone to no avail.
She was finally snapped away from her thoughts by the sound of hoofbeats behind her. She turned around and smiled at the familiar figure. Just who she'd been looking for. "Tenebrae" she greeted with a smile. Her voice as soft and as gentle as ever. One thing that would never change was that voice. She demanded to be listened to, not just to be heard. "I was just on my way to see you! I'm glad you found me first." she approached from the other end of the hallway. "How are you?"
@Tenebrae
So she walked the corridors with purpose now, greeting some of the familiar healers and acolytes as she did. She had come to know some of them well in her time here. She didn't stop to talk to them for long though. She was looking for someone more important.
She shivered slightly as a cool breeze made its way through the cracked walls. The mountains were cooler than the lands of dusk, but not unbearably so. At least not this time of year. Her time with the night order had been good for her. Of course, her ribs still showed from her sides, and her coat was still lackluster. That was okay, she knew she would never be normal, she'd had her shot... and that... hadn't bee normal anyway. But, there was a shine to her eyes now, slight, but those who had seen them before would notice the difference. Her legs didn't shake when she walked. She knew it would only last so long, but it would be nice while it did. Afterall, she'd been on deaths doorstep a few months prior. It wasn't the first time, but it was scarier... the first time she was ready, even though in the end, she didn't need to be... this time she wasn't.
So she walked the corridors on blood-red hooves, on legs that didn't wobble, her cream tail trailing behind her. Sweeping the already dust-free floors. Taking in the silence of the monastery wing. Even the wind seemed to silence itself here. The birds sang no songs, and the wolves howled no laments. She wondered if that was Caligos doing. That solemn silence. Some spell, or blessing, cast over the temple, the same way the shadows had been cast over its disciples.
There was a joy to being in the mountains. So close to the stars, the sky. The air was cool and fresh. she thought she'd never get to feel it, that closeness. Years ago, a stranger, a saccharine stranger, had promised her a trip up the lunar mountains. What a load of shit (it appeared the habits of the older monks foul mouths had rubbed off on her). She never saw Ozy again. The closest she had ever gotten to those mountains was when she was gasping for air through the smoke in her lungs while lying in the foothills. She wondered now if it was a coincidence. If he had left, like so many others, without a word. Or if all the disappearances.... the souls gone without a trace, were the start of it, of the fall. Afterall... it was only a year later that the beach was devoured. But now, she stood in a temple in the mountains, and it was more then she could have dreamed.
So she walked the corridors, waltzed them, with dainty steps, and head held high. She stopped for a moment to watch the young monks, those in training, tussle with each other when they thought no one was looking. It reminded her of her children when they were little. Eremurus always wanted to roughhouse with Liatris, and reluctantly, he had always given in. She wondered how many scrapes and bruises she would treat and bandage come the evening. when the white light, turned to gold. Coming through the holes in the ceiling, peppering the floor with flecks of sunlight. How many blood stains the acolytes would scrub from the cobblestone to no avail.
She was finally snapped away from her thoughts by the sound of hoofbeats behind her. She turned around and smiled at the familiar figure. Just who she'd been looking for. "Tenebrae" she greeted with a smile. Her voice as soft and as gentle as ever. One thing that would never change was that voice. She demanded to be listened to, not just to be heard. "I was just on my way to see you! I'm glad you found me first." she approached from the other end of the hallway. "How are you?"
@Tenebrae
