I'M READY FOR THE FIGHT & FATE--
The scent of incense and jasmine blossoms clung to the silver’s coat as she crept down the meandering pathways of Veneror. Her head remained dipped in a quiet respect, even as she descended the mountainside. For her frigid demeanor, Seraphina was nothing if not devout, and she found her way back to the gods whenever she could find her way out of the library. She found comfort in divinity; she always had, though she couldn’t see it as clearly as she had in her childhood. (When she was a girl, stumbling between her mother’s legs…well, she remembered it in flashes, fragments…when she was a girl, stumbling between her mother’s legs, she thought that she could see Solis in every ray of the sunlight and Caligo in every star, Vespera in the crisp breath of evening and Oriens in dawn’s gentle blush...and with each passing day, each moment, she felt Tempus tug the world along, devoid of the horrors that she would come to see. Why weren’t their images so clear anymore? Was it just another product of growing older, this disillusionment that lingered around her like a dark cloud whenever she bowed her head in worship? Why did she feel like her prayers were strangling her, like they tugged her lungs out of her chest?)
(Maybe a little part of her had stopped believing when she begged for the gods to save her and they left her there, all alone to ache, curling in upon herself, aching---)
The faint hum of wings drew her attention from the path that stretched out beneath her hooves, and she caught sight of a shape as it dropped through the cloud cover – a girl with a great pair of antlers and wings like a hawk. She followed the girl with her eyes as she spiraled down towards the ground below. As she dragged her eyes down her trajectory, she spotted another – this time a dark stallion with a tragic look to him – in her path; seemed like she intended to approach him. Seraphina considered them for a moment, then, with a hint of reluctance, broke off from the path and began to make her way down the rocky mountainside, ears twitched forward to catch the girl’s words as she opened her mouth to speak, her tone slightly venomous. (She laughed, but Seraphina thought that it didn’t sound much like laughter.) She didn’t think that the girl was wrong, though. As she approached the pair, she noticed just how astounded the dark stallion’s expression was as he stared up at the setting sun – there was a distant quality to him, as though he was recognizing something that anyone else would have seen so often that they’d forgotten.
The girl smelled of hot sands and desert wind; she didn’t recognize her, but Seraphina assumed that she was Solterran. The stallion, on the other hand, brought with him a scent that she couldn’t place – he was foreign, she imagined, but she couldn’t place any region that he might have originated from, no salty sea air or musty, dark forest. Seraphina’s eyes flickered between the two of them thoughtfully, and she seemed to consider them before she allowed herself to speak. They were both well-built and capable, likely warriors by trade – even the youth, though that was hardly unusual to Seraphina, who had been raised for warfare herself. They would both be beneficial to Day, if they were wanderers that she could coerce to her cause…and Seraphina was always prepared for persuasion. (She’d have to riddle out their motives, first, of course – couldn’t just drag in any wanderer she found whilst traveling.) She eyed them evenly, then, in her cool, thickly accented drawl, addressed the stallion. “Are you…unharmed? You seem disoriented.” She didn’t seem particularly concerned; scientific was likely a more fitting descriptor. Her gaze flitted to the girl. “And…another Solterran? I don’t believe we’ve met.”
@Deimos @Nephele - apologies for the quality; wasn't completely sure where to go with any of this
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
