LOOK AT YOU KIDS, YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE COOLEST
THIS WORLD IS YOURS AND YOU CAN'T REFUSE IT
The irony of the whole situation had bubbles of amused laughter rumbling deep in the back of her throat. Her dark king stood before her proud and defiant, ever the new ruler of their kingdom. Nimue's seriousness was not staged, her smitten blush hidden by the rose hues of her skin. She was young by mortal standards; her soul older than time itself and trapped in a crumbling cage made of flesh and bone. As a Guardian, a solitary watcher, a seeress and keeper of all knowledge throughout the universe's infinite timelines, Nimue was gifted. Intelligent. And so very, very old. A crone trapped in a mortal shell. She had witnessed worlds burned and destroyed to nothing more than skeletons and dust, only to be born anew amongst the ashes. Kingdoms rising and falling, and kings and queens through the many makings of time.
She had once, perhaps, watched her own king; in another life, another existence that she no longer belonged to now. In all truths, the Witch Child could not remember if she had or had not. With the relic of Tempus in tow now, however — albeit very carefully hidden — Nimue had all but regained her abilities. Finally, blissfully, she had unlocked the part of her that could See.. truly See; her mortally-blind left eye now open to the Sight again. Although weak — a child's grasp — the rose witch smiled to herself at the very thought. The knowledge that she was a step closer to her internal goddess once more a wondrous low-burning flame churning in the darkest parts of her soul.
Nimue would not yet speak of her past and her true form yet.. best kept from her king at the moment. But for now, as always, although her skin ceased to shiver at the thought, the witch gave him the respect he rightfully deserved.
Until further notice, that is.
Kasil's smile and exchange of words struck a chord of curiosity in her; if not just because she desired to find out how he decided things. What his motives were; how his mind worked. Knowledge was her power, after all. The same strike of curiosity hit her when her haunting gaze roved over the two other women, almost lazily, but unmistakably with an interest that had the witch's heart beating a little quicker. The mysterious air hanging around them both was alluring; their beauty even more so. Her delicate crown tilted as she looked more deeply at the planes of their faces, and the secrets laid hidden in the sparks in their eyes.
She wondered then what sort of kingdoms they hailed from — what sort of destruction might have driven them to such a new, reborn place such as this.
Her ears pricked forward at her king's suggestion — demand, an order — and although her breath caught hotly in her throat, she dipped her head anyways. "As my King wishes," she replied, surprisingly with truthful chords. The new position of Counsel could serve her well to her own selfish advantages, as well as having a more equal ground with her King, if need be. Plus, she could not deny the temptation of unrestricted access to the court's libraries. But it was the other half of his order that had her holding her breath. Yes.. so she would stand to learn more about the colorfully scaled woman after all, it seemed.
A phantom grin of amusement played at her ivory lips as her gifted role settled. Her headache was dull, pounding softly at the inside of her skull, but not nearly as painful as moments before. Instead, she focused on the quiet girl who had not yet spoken many words, as well as the woman who appeared to have stepped out of the ocean itself. Such beauty, and grace, and mystery that clung to every bright scale and hidden behind the tufts of her hair.
"I would like to access you for your truth, and honesty, before my King deems you fit for the court of Dawn," she spoke, clearing her throat. The rosy witch shook her wild mane, her forelock falling to the wayside as her open, eerie gaze was no longer hidden by a curtain of silk. As she blinked, her left eye began to See; flashes of color flooding half of her vision as the timelines began to open up before her. She could only manage for a few minutes before the colors and clarity were gone. "Where do you hail from, Alioth? What brings you here seeking our Court?"
She had once, perhaps, watched her own king; in another life, another existence that she no longer belonged to now. In all truths, the Witch Child could not remember if she had or had not. With the relic of Tempus in tow now, however — albeit very carefully hidden — Nimue had all but regained her abilities. Finally, blissfully, she had unlocked the part of her that could See.. truly See; her mortally-blind left eye now open to the Sight again. Although weak — a child's grasp — the rose witch smiled to herself at the very thought. The knowledge that she was a step closer to her internal goddess once more a wondrous low-burning flame churning in the darkest parts of her soul.
Nimue would not yet speak of her past and her true form yet.. best kept from her king at the moment. But for now, as always, although her skin ceased to shiver at the thought, the witch gave him the respect he rightfully deserved.
Until further notice, that is.
Kasil's smile and exchange of words struck a chord of curiosity in her; if not just because she desired to find out how he decided things. What his motives were; how his mind worked. Knowledge was her power, after all. The same strike of curiosity hit her when her haunting gaze roved over the two other women, almost lazily, but unmistakably with an interest that had the witch's heart beating a little quicker. The mysterious air hanging around them both was alluring; their beauty even more so. Her delicate crown tilted as she looked more deeply at the planes of their faces, and the secrets laid hidden in the sparks in their eyes.
She wondered then what sort of kingdoms they hailed from — what sort of destruction might have driven them to such a new, reborn place such as this.
Her ears pricked forward at her king's suggestion — demand, an order — and although her breath caught hotly in her throat, she dipped her head anyways. "As my King wishes," she replied, surprisingly with truthful chords. The new position of Counsel could serve her well to her own selfish advantages, as well as having a more equal ground with her King, if need be. Plus, she could not deny the temptation of unrestricted access to the court's libraries. But it was the other half of his order that had her holding her breath. Yes.. so she would stand to learn more about the colorfully scaled woman after all, it seemed.
A phantom grin of amusement played at her ivory lips as her gifted role settled. Her headache was dull, pounding softly at the inside of her skull, but not nearly as painful as moments before. Instead, she focused on the quiet girl who had not yet spoken many words, as well as the woman who appeared to have stepped out of the ocean itself. Such beauty, and grace, and mystery that clung to every bright scale and hidden behind the tufts of her hair.
"I would like to access you for your truth, and honesty, before my King deems you fit for the court of Dawn," she spoke, clearing her throat. The rosy witch shook her wild mane, her forelock falling to the wayside as her open, eerie gaze was no longer hidden by a curtain of silk. As she blinked, her left eye began to See; flashes of color flooding half of her vision as the timelines began to open up before her. She could only manage for a few minutes before the colors and clarity were gone. "Where do you hail from, Alioth? What brings you here seeking our Court?"
@alioth @'dragon glass' @kasil
"Nimue speech."
