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what you've been missing
Oh ... what a strange place this was . At first glance , it had been only a cave that Cicatrix had stood in front of for far too long , staring at it in a quizzical manner , head tilting one way , and then the other , before they had bitten the proverbial bullet and gone inside .
While they had explored Novus before , they had never gone much further than the lands of Denocte . Somehow they had missed this system of caves , laid out in an intricate network along the Peak they keep gravitating toward . Caligo help me --- why do I keep coming back . Why am I here . What can I do . But there's never any answer from the ever silent goddess .
They suspect there will never be one .
Cica would blink , if they could , but instead , they merely tuck their wings close and thank the fact that in the soft glow of this cave , the sharp golden light of their halo lights up behind them and spills out around them . It's much like seeing a holy space angel of some sorts , a divine being that comes crawling out of the dark , though many have called them unholy , with plenty of other insults and names to match . Cica never much gives them any second thought once they're said , merely shrugs and moves on . They've grown used to such words .
Cloven hooves click and carefully step , but pause as they hear movement ahead , a shy bob of their head given . Times like this , they do so wish they could actually control the light of their halo . Instead , they can only control the tiny little pocket of low gravity that they use as their own personal bubble at the moment . No floating , just gentle lessening of the gravity on their joints .
" ... is someone there ? " they call curiously , almost quietly . As if , if they speak too loud , they will awaken the deities that slumber on the mountain above .
While they had explored Novus before , they had never gone much further than the lands of Denocte . Somehow they had missed this system of caves , laid out in an intricate network along the Peak they keep gravitating toward . Caligo help me --- why do I keep coming back . Why am I here . What can I do . But there's never any answer from the ever silent goddess .
They suspect there will never be one .
Cica would blink , if they could , but instead , they merely tuck their wings close and thank the fact that in the soft glow of this cave , the sharp golden light of their halo lights up behind them and spills out around them . It's much like seeing a holy space angel of some sorts , a divine being that comes crawling out of the dark , though many have called them unholy , with plenty of other insults and names to match . Cica never much gives them any second thought once they're said , merely shrugs and moves on . They've grown used to such words .
Cloven hooves click and carefully step , but pause as they hear movement ahead , a shy bob of their head given . Times like this , they do so wish they could actually control the light of their halo . Instead , they can only control the tiny little pocket of low gravity that they use as their own personal bubble at the moment . No floating , just gentle lessening of the gravity on their joints .
" ... is someone there ? " they call curiously , almost quietly . As if , if they speak too loud , they will awaken the deities that slumber on the mountain above .
@Below Zero
I FINALLY LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE POSTS ;___;
