LOOK AT YOU KIDS, YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE COOLEST
THIS WORLD IS YOURS AND YOU CAN'T REFUSE IT
Nimue swallowed, willing the heat rising in her rosy cheeks to dissipate. She had better things to do than make herself a complete fool in front of strangers.. albiet, beautiful strangers. Blinking, she attempted to See with her blind eye, reaching out into the flows of time to guess the outcomes of this meeting. Instead, as her tendrils of power slipped, she was met with simply nothing. The relic bound and hidden from view was mocking her. To gain back a shred of her power only to have it be nearly useless.. her frustration was a tangible animal as she began to mentally bind it. The last thing she needed was to greet newcomers dishearteningly.. although she was the Witch Child after all.
She cursed to herself, quietly, as the leaves around them rustled and her king stepped into the flowery glade. The rosy dam dipped her crown as he entered, hiding a sneer as he teased her. He was ever cheerful towards the two lovely mares; ever the welcoming kingling as he built his Court. She could have warned him, might even still sometime, that such things are not always necessary. In her old life, before her cursed mortality, Nimue had watched as a multitude of kingdoms and worlds were born and destroyed. A phoenix cycle of rebirth and death as time forever flowed forward. Maybe she will warn him, maybe not.. she would have to see.
Her attention turned not from Kasil to the brightly scaled woman in their circle. She spoke formally, and evenly; Nimue noting how her ribs constricted when she said her name. Funny, how the colorful mare looked for Dawn's king just after he had found them. She chuckled to herself, speaking up. "You stand in the presence of Kasil, Sovereign of Dawn," she said, dipping her crown towards her dark king, her gaze illuminated by the glowing amethyst at her throat. "And I am Nimue, Sage to the Court of the Rising Sun."
She cursed to herself, quietly, as the leaves around them rustled and her king stepped into the flowery glade. The rosy dam dipped her crown as he entered, hiding a sneer as he teased her. He was ever cheerful towards the two lovely mares; ever the welcoming kingling as he built his Court. She could have warned him, might even still sometime, that such things are not always necessary. In her old life, before her cursed mortality, Nimue had watched as a multitude of kingdoms and worlds were born and destroyed. A phoenix cycle of rebirth and death as time forever flowed forward. Maybe she will warn him, maybe not.. she would have to see.
Her attention turned not from Kasil to the brightly scaled woman in their circle. She spoke formally, and evenly; Nimue noting how her ribs constricted when she said her name. Funny, how the colorful mare looked for Dawn's king just after he had found them. She chuckled to herself, speaking up. "You stand in the presence of Kasil, Sovereign of Dawn," she said, dipping her crown towards her dark king, her gaze illuminated by the glowing amethyst at her throat. "And I am Nimue, Sage to the Court of the Rising Sun."
@alioth @'dragon glass' @kasil
Nimue has a couple crushes omg x)
"Nimue speech."
