↞ Meira ↠
Tendrils of darkness crawl closer and closer with every moment she is immobile. At first she thinks it to be a flicker of her imagination, sparking to life in an attempt to scare her. Meira is not made for fear. So when she notices that the shifting shadows extend from a figure, her head jerks in their direction. For a moment her gaze flickers back toward where the throne once sat beside her, and she realizes she has not yet stepped off the beach. It is something she does often, where she imagines the path she is to take before she moves. Only at times does it appear as a waking dream to her, not unlike this strange man with eyes bound by threadbare cloth. He glows, every inch of him appears ethereal. In a way he is. He is. He is. Caligo has blessed him. It is plain to see by the moons that glow upon his shoulders in time with the tides that creep towards his limbs.
Meira recognizes him as a son of Caligo, for she has spent enough time in Denocte to identify her sigil. She does not love Caligo, although she has an affinity for the tides. Meira loves Solis, but she belongs to Dawn now. He is smoke, ash, and silence. He peers without seeing the snarling sea. It does not love him the way it loves her. It is not tender and gentle, it does not thank him for his visit. Part of her feels the sting of pain stir inside of her as her anger bristles upon seeing him. Everything and everyone that reminds her of Denocte feels the heat of her gaze at first. Though she bears pride as a soldier of Delumine, she has the heart of the lion that Solis has given to her. It is impossible to escape. All who know her, who senses her, will feel it. The shadows are the ones that love this man. But they are not as fathomless as the sea. So she does not fear him, nor the shadows that ache to caress her frost dusted skin.
One step closer. Then another. She moves to close the distance between them so that her lips can spill the salt back into the sand as she speaks. "Of all the places to see a child of Caligo, this beach is not the one I expect to find them. Your shadows seem hungry." Meira speaks to him. The salty brine of the sea spills from her lips like ink. There is no malice in her words. Not yet. He has not earned the painful barb of her scorn yet. Although he is a mage, she has always found herself fascinated by those who were blessed with magic by the gods of Novus. "Caligo knows me as Meira." She introduced herself in a peculiar fashion.
Meira knows this. It is a way for her to share that she has lived in Denocte long enough to become familiar with the goddess. The goddess she could not come to love as passionately as she did Solis. Meira got the feeling that the goddess of the night would not love her, one who was made for war and hate.
She waits, and she is careful. So careful. In case he is like all the other mages she has met from Denocte.
@Tenebrae
Sorry for the wait <3
Meira recognizes him as a son of Caligo, for she has spent enough time in Denocte to identify her sigil. She does not love Caligo, although she has an affinity for the tides. Meira loves Solis, but she belongs to Dawn now. He is smoke, ash, and silence. He peers without seeing the snarling sea. It does not love him the way it loves her. It is not tender and gentle, it does not thank him for his visit. Part of her feels the sting of pain stir inside of her as her anger bristles upon seeing him. Everything and everyone that reminds her of Denocte feels the heat of her gaze at first. Though she bears pride as a soldier of Delumine, she has the heart of the lion that Solis has given to her. It is impossible to escape. All who know her, who senses her, will feel it. The shadows are the ones that love this man. But they are not as fathomless as the sea. So she does not fear him, nor the shadows that ache to caress her frost dusted skin.
One step closer. Then another. She moves to close the distance between them so that her lips can spill the salt back into the sand as she speaks. "Of all the places to see a child of Caligo, this beach is not the one I expect to find them. Your shadows seem hungry." Meira speaks to him. The salty brine of the sea spills from her lips like ink. There is no malice in her words. Not yet. He has not earned the painful barb of her scorn yet. Although he is a mage, she has always found herself fascinated by those who were blessed with magic by the gods of Novus. "Caligo knows me as Meira." She introduced herself in a peculiar fashion.
Meira knows this. It is a way for her to share that she has lived in Denocte long enough to become familiar with the goddess. The goddess she could not come to love as passionately as she did Solis. Meira got the feeling that the goddess of the night would not love her, one who was made for war and hate.
She waits, and she is careful. So careful. In case he is like all the other mages she has met from Denocte.
@Tenebrae
Sorry for the wait <3
