MINYA
take that look from off your face
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
Ages yawn as Minya walks. So many run past her, but she does not sway from her steady pace. Her silver eyes gleam, bright as moonlight. She moves like a dancer, as if the word was not so strange around her. She moves as if every piece of this world is at peace.
Minya walks like a woman who owns the island, she walks like a girl toward her pyre with only the feral gleam of proud bravery glinting in her wide eyes. She is the slowest creature upon the bridge but she does not rush. The relic is a song in her ears and she thinks, as she moves, of all ways she could move to its song. How can she bring it to life in dance?
Eventually - it could have been a decade or maybe just the blink of an eye - but Minya reaches the crimson petal carpet. Without stopping, without slowing from her pace, she steps neatly upon the petal carpet and strides toward the relic. Ah, what it would be to have it wrapped around her throat. What delight would fill the aching of her chest.
OOC: Minya chooses option one and uses her iridescent feather to advance from the previous round.
@Boudika| "speaks" | notes: eee <3
