When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
Lyra was enjoying her time in Novus; the lands posed interesting rambles and the creatures she had met so far on her travels have been intriguing yet kind. She was reminded that souls could be generous and polite in their manners and it allowed her to feel a little lighter in her existence. By her very nature, Lyra sometimes struggled with day to day functions such as keeping herself hygienic or checking up on her fellow realm mates. It had been a couple of days since she had last conversed with another equine and so she was hoping that a commute to the veneror peak would allow her to delve into a more spiritual conversation with someone.
She wasn't exactly the religious type, yet the midnight blue and black vixen didn't write off the idea of a higher power. In simpler terms, she was agnostic and prone to conversion or ignorance all the same. Hoofbeats echoed upon the cold stone floor as Lyra moved up the slope. She liked to believe there was someone more powerful up there in the heavens but then..what would that mean? It would mean the gods didn't give a damn about anyone but themselves, they watch as children suffer and wars are waged. Why would anyone worship them?
"speaking"
She wasn't exactly the religious type, yet the midnight blue and black vixen didn't write off the idea of a higher power. In simpler terms, she was agnostic and prone to conversion or ignorance all the same. Hoofbeats echoed upon the cold stone floor as Lyra moved up the slope. She liked to believe there was someone more powerful up there in the heavens but then..what would that mean? It would mean the gods didn't give a damn about anyone but themselves, they watch as children suffer and wars are waged. Why would anyone worship them?
"speaking"
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