☼ s e r a p h i n a ☼
half gods are worshiped in wine and flowers
real gods require blood
Bexley is the first to approach her, wild-eyed; she hears her hiss from the back of the crowd, which is quick to part for her bared-teeth snarl, split by the ghastly scar that has come to carve her pretty face in two. Seraphina has a feeling that she hasn’t realized it yet, but the scar is valuable currency in the desert kingdom – a mark of survival, worth its weight in gold in a kingdom of war and blood. “See for yourself,” She says, quietly, and offers her the note. “The falcon spoke - but the voice…it seems that the gods have finally decided to break their silence.” She could be wrong, of course – it could be no god that calls them to Veneror. However, though she has authority that deems her worthy of dictating what is or is not divine, she knows – better even than she knows herself, the winding streets of the court, the great ridges of distant dunes – that they have been summoned by a god.
She leaves Bexley to her reading, and the crowd parts to allow another, familiar figure through; she winds like a snake, her posture stiff and cool. Unlike most of the uncertain, murmuring crowd, however, her fellow soldier is immediate in her query. “Teiran…” She considers her words, for a moment. Would she rob the girl of the opportunity to meet the gods by asking her to remain? No, she thinks – it wouldn’t be something that matters to her anyways, and she needs someone so solid and stable to keep the court safe with the entire Regime gone. The other girl was both, and, further, she was, like her Regime, as close as Seraphina had to family; there was no one that she would put more faith in, at least when it came to the defense of Solterra. “I trust you to keep order and calm in our absence. The court needs someone to protect it, should something go wrong.”
She sees other faces among the crowd, some familiar and some less so; for a moment, her eyes linger on a red and white woman that she is sure that she’s never seen at all, but she is quick to slip away into the crowd. Her gaze catches Eik’s as he arrives at the back of the crowd, and she nods in turn before he can disappear into the streets. Gods willing, they’d have plenty of time to discuss in the future, perhaps somewhere less crowded – and away from prying ears. For now, they need to prepare for the long trip to Veneror – she is sure that it will be an endeavor, for she can only imagine how many will be eager for the opportunity to see the divine for themselves; it will practically be a pilgrimage, even though the circumstances, to her, seem quite grim.
“I’ll begin our preparations immediately.” She addresses the crowd with little elaboration and the same quiet stoicism as usual, before turning on tail and descending back into the streets.
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notes | thought I should have her formally leave + offer some responses
half gods are worshiped in wine and flowers
real gods require blood
Bexley is the first to approach her, wild-eyed; she hears her hiss from the back of the crowd, which is quick to part for her bared-teeth snarl, split by the ghastly scar that has come to carve her pretty face in two. Seraphina has a feeling that she hasn’t realized it yet, but the scar is valuable currency in the desert kingdom – a mark of survival, worth its weight in gold in a kingdom of war and blood. “See for yourself,” She says, quietly, and offers her the note. “The falcon spoke - but the voice…it seems that the gods have finally decided to break their silence.” She could be wrong, of course – it could be no god that calls them to Veneror. However, though she has authority that deems her worthy of dictating what is or is not divine, she knows – better even than she knows herself, the winding streets of the court, the great ridges of distant dunes – that they have been summoned by a god.
She leaves Bexley to her reading, and the crowd parts to allow another, familiar figure through; she winds like a snake, her posture stiff and cool. Unlike most of the uncertain, murmuring crowd, however, her fellow soldier is immediate in her query. “Teiran…” She considers her words, for a moment. Would she rob the girl of the opportunity to meet the gods by asking her to remain? No, she thinks – it wouldn’t be something that matters to her anyways, and she needs someone so solid and stable to keep the court safe with the entire Regime gone. The other girl was both, and, further, she was, like her Regime, as close as Seraphina had to family; there was no one that she would put more faith in, at least when it came to the defense of Solterra. “I trust you to keep order and calm in our absence. The court needs someone to protect it, should something go wrong.”
She sees other faces among the crowd, some familiar and some less so; for a moment, her eyes linger on a red and white woman that she is sure that she’s never seen at all, but she is quick to slip away into the crowd. Her gaze catches Eik’s as he arrives at the back of the crowd, and she nods in turn before he can disappear into the streets. Gods willing, they’d have plenty of time to discuss in the future, perhaps somewhere less crowded – and away from prying ears. For now, they need to prepare for the long trip to Veneror – she is sure that it will be an endeavor, for she can only imagine how many will be eager for the opportunity to see the divine for themselves; it will practically be a pilgrimage, even though the circumstances, to her, seem quite grim.
“I’ll begin our preparations immediately.” She addresses the crowd with little elaboration and the same quiet stoicism as usual, before turning on tail and descending back into the streets.
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tags | @
notes | thought I should have her formally leave + offer some responses
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
