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Perhaps it was the weepings walls, or the glittering jewels that had drawn her like a moth to flame, but she’d somehow found herself in the beating heart of Novus. The ground pulsed with magic, the very walls screaming as her limbs led her mindlessly down the opal streets of the crystal city. Frost followed her every step, catching the attention of shop owners who glanced at her with strange faces, watching silently, never moving. Inside, she witnessed tapestries strewn together with dreams, vivid and ever changing - just as the island did.

Everything here reeked of an oddness she couldn’t quite comprehend, something otherworldly and impossible to understand; and at its center was the castle. Dial lifting, the ice coated dame’s gaze followed the spheres that reached high above, grasping at the empty space between them and the cave ceiling, which emitted a faint glow. Precious metals blinked at her, mocking her own uniqueness in this mad world in which she’d stumbled into. Perhaps she belonged here.. For once they didn’t stare because she was different, they stared because she acted as if she didn’t blossom from the deep earth beneath them, as they had; what a strange world indeed.

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The vastness of the throne roomed drew breath from her cold lungs, gasps escaping her in clouds of vapor as her frigid gaze settled upon the girl. Alone, the blood spattered creature stood, a sentinel, silently screaming at the world around her, the air seemed to ripple with something grotesque, something entirely unnatural. Zhavvorsi was intrigued.

Suddenly, a hauntingly beautiful melody escaped her closed lips, echoing about the throne room as she hummed. It was eerily quiet, it stretched on for eons, shattering the limits of mortality and carrying on forever as those lonely lyrics danced around them.
“Here we are,”
Zhavvorsi's voice dripped from her silken lips, coated in honey.
“A child of blood and bone and a woman of frost and ice…. whatever shall we do?”
the words lilted, mimicking the chords of a riddle, swaying across the space of the throne room as a dancer.

There was no fear in Zhavvorsi’s eyes as she looked into the cursed child’s ruby eyes, because for once in her horrible life, perhaps she witnessed herself there. Or maybe, Zhavvorsi simply wanted another to understand her, for the sizzling of her skin in the heat of that cavernous room could never dull the tune of her humming, even with the glares of the masses upon her - the ringing in her skull could never explain the frost that coated her skin.
No, perhaps the icy song in her soul could translate the macabre chorus spilling from the bizarre creature staring back at her.


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OOC: Sorry, wanted to get in on the island mischief!



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the drought in my heart - by Isolt - 11-01-2020, 03:10 PM
RE: the drought in my heart - by Zhavvorsi - 11-02-2020, 11:39 PM
RE: the drought in my heart - by Isolt - 11-06-2020, 06:36 PM
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