In the heart of the Delumine's capital city, deep in the confines of the Dawn's castle, a witch stuffed her nose into books. At the bottom of the great library, near the catacombs, she was at the center of a circle of sprawled tomes. With the tender tendrils of her mind, she flipped through the crumbling pages of each book, the ancient parchment frail beneath her curious nose. Runes and ink were faded along each page, each leather bound spine. But she was content; more at home in the darkness and slithering shadows at the lowest level of the library. Deep in the soul of her kingdom's most beloved place; a plethora of knowledge just waiting to be found in every scroll and book found on the shelves. A treasure trove of wisdom worth more than gold and jewels. She penned through a volume of history, recorded centuries past when the continent of Novus was still new, albeit unnamed, the four kingdoms barely a thought. Nimue commonly found herself looking through the histories, digging in to educate herself on the makings of each Court. How the sons and daughters that ruled their skies came to pass; their story the flicker of the match that burned and cleared the way for each kingdom. Dawn, Day, Dusk, and Night. She could have used her Sight, and possibly might have even known what she was searching for before.. before mortality, before earthling memory stole away most of what she knew. So she relied on her gifts minimally, instead only leaning on her power when she willed it. Her eyes soaking in every last drop of information from those beloved books, a ghost of a smile on her pinkish lips as she curled in the darkness and pale light of the amethyst that glowed at her throat. Blissfully in her own little world, and completely unaware of the potential company that lurked in the shadows beyond. @zaius @kasil boop <3 this post was inspired by this amazing song from GoT. |
