This keening soul;
This was the day that never ended.
This was the day the earth stood still.
She moves like a stranger on the earth. How many horses had she passed, staring into the sky, inspecting all the million things that should be moving. This was a world made for motion, not stillness.
No longer do the trees groan. No longer does the sun drift in her arc across the sky. There is nothing normal this endless day. All is more silent than it should ever be. All the world is held photograph still.
Animals are statues, the sea a sculpture made more of rock than anything she has ever known. Oh, what parody is this?
Her bells chime in her hair and that sound reverberates, it echoes and echoes for there is no sound to match it. She steps through frozen grasses, beneath birds immortalized as they reach out for flight.
Time has no meaning here, or, maybe, it has too much meaning.
Leto thinks of a bowl and blood and a king who had already denounced the gods. They were alone, they were alone – yet this, this felt the closest to god-like than Novus has ever been before. This is the wicked games the gods played and with every step she takes, with every new, frozen discovery she makes, her lips grow tighter, her teeth pressed more firmly together.
If this is a god’s work, then they are no god of hers.
| "speaks" | notes: table 2/2!! this was super fun to make
STAFF EDIT***
@Leto has rolled a 3!She has found a strange, iridescent feather that may come in handy later... This item will grant your character an advantage in a future RE! Please message @sid or @nestle with questions.
