This keening soul;
She followed the hoofprints. The steps that wove with a ghost’s body. Each print lands and laughs and slowly, behind them, Leto watches and waits for the magic to appear.
It is the only thing that moves here, despite the sea that judders and the waves that tip and then stop. The earth rattles and Leto feels her nerves jangle.
Her eyes tip up to the sky and the dark that looms like a shadow. All the sky is a bruise of black and purples. Beneath it the Ilati girl meanders and feels how the stars watch her. They glimmer in time with the beating of her heart as she slowly meanders her way toward the relic.
It glimmers, bright and violent. All around horses are gathered, but Leto stops upon the edge and does not take a step forward. She listens to the hum of breath and a world that does not even twitch. Ah, she wonders, when might the world begin to tip over into motion again?
Leto stays
| "speaks" | notes: table 2/2!! this was super fun to make
STAFF EDIT***
@Leto has rolled a 3! She has been awarded +200 signos.
