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In restless dreams I walked, alone - Erthë - 12-01-2015 @Sikeax RE: In restless dreams I walked, alone - Maren - 12-02-2015 There was a sound of shifting of leaves, silent hoof beats, accompanied by a strange but familair sound that made her think of home. Something metal, she realized. It was ridiculous how, suddenly, she struggled with putting sounds to a name, whereas, when she had had her sight, it had been so obvious, so easy. This accidental symphony was, however, rather soft: As if muted by an, again, familiar tissue. One she quickly realized was formed by the mist. It was probably dancing, twisting and twirling around her now as well… But there was something she regretted not being able to see, it was that. So, as she watched the blackness in her absent-mindfulness, she imagined them before her mind’s eye, nevertheless. But quickly joining in was a voice. One she would also call faintly familiar. “Ërthe, is that you?” Her voice resounded in her ears, an empty echo that once had an obvious destination. Now, it simply ran and scattered and disappeared in the nothingness. Had she even spoken at all? There was no sign left that she had, no head turning with eyes ready to meet hers or ears pointing upwards to let her know her outlandish tunes had reached its mark. So she stood there, between the Burch trees and under their canopy. Throwing shade on her red-striped frame. She shuffled forward in a slightly awkward manner, with her wings spread fully and reaching in front of her for any branches she might bump into. She was wrapped in a thin veil of mist, one she had automatically reached out for as she was only awfully aware of her vulnerability. "You got to forgive this old soul... But I cannot see." She smiled, even though that would perhaps be kind of contradicting the fact that she had suddenly turned blind, but since she could not prove that this was in fact really the daughter of her deceased friend, she didn’t say any more. If she was not waiting for a sound to confirm that, she was waiting for a sound that would tell her where this other being was hiding. "Talking." Maren
BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY yewrezz | x x | larfsalot on deviantart @Ërthe -pops in- :D (Maren is currently blind due to a quest - day 2) RE: In restless dreams I walked, alone - Erthë - 12-02-2015 @Maren RE: In restless dreams I walked, alone - Maren - 12-02-2015 Somehow the sound of Maren's voice had made the other person jump, she realized, as she heard the sudden shifting of leaves and branches. Are you up to no good? she mused in thought, covering up the thought that she was but a fragile doll in the grip of blindness. But of course the thought that this other being had simply not seen her did not cross her mind. Then, however, there was a shout of her name, making her ears jump forward in surprise. As a smug smile grew on her face, she happily confirmed that this was indeed the filly she knew. She heard the clicking of hooves against marble and she realized the rotunda she had been searching for to rest in had been just there. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but notice that there was something wrong with the pace of it all; the happy and exciting rhythm she was so used to that should've accompanied Ërthe. Not today, it seemed — And as she suddenly remembered their last fight against the ill Tiger God, she concluded that perhaps that old rhythm filled with the nostalgia of a youth wouldn't accompany her any longer at all. She did it to herself, Maren reminded her own throbbing bosom, fighting the pure pity that rose from her chest in multiplied force. I shouldn't care. ...But as the wings of a child enveloped her, she couldn't help to feel that way, still. "You're not old" and the diviner chuckled as she lowered her head to gently push her tiger striped neck agains the girl’s pale one, let her own small white wings spread out their feathered fingers to embrace her warm, but fragile body. The layer of worry in the little one’s voice had not gone unnoticed, but Maren jolted with a snort in their grip, amused. "Yeah, I know. Don't tell anybody," she joked. "My youth is my biggest secret." She grinned, it was true though: People did tend to give more trust to someone older (or pretending to be). “Did you know that wisdom doesn’t actually come with age, but rather with experience? Don't pretend you do know, because no one does except for me.” Her body shook as she laughed. And suddenly she wished that she could see, that she could... feel more compassion for this girl, be more kind, because she obviously deserved it. Her heart was a good one, candid and strong. The diviner could only hope it wasn't yet too tainted, too corrupted by her unlucky faith. That the girl, unlike herself, would still be able to care. Ironically, even though it might only be that they were both wounded at a young age, she randomly realized that they could have a lot in common. The girl pulled away and Maren smiled again, unable to sense the awkwardness of the girl. "My lack of sight is nothing more than a good story," she said. "Exactly one year ago I got a quest from the God of the Earth to go and enhance my senses through experiencing. I did as he told me and as a result I am now blind, but only temporarily. I will be okay in a few days.” Maren had attempted before to try and find the girl’s eyes on sound, but since she couldn’t know whether she had got it right, she had now decided to just look straight ahead. Then Maren’s alabaster face turned grim, “I remember you being wounded from the fight,” she asked carefully. “How is it? Is it bad? I wish I could see you.” And she pressed her lips together in a line, suddenly bothered by her third eye’s imaginary picture of Ërthe without any wounds. I am only lying to myself to make me feel better. Who was she kidding: Being blind sucked. "Talking." Maren
BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY yewrezz | x x | larfsalot on deviantart @Ërthe RE: In restless dreams I walked, alone - Erthë - 12-02-2015 @Maren RE: In restless dreams I walked, alone - Maren - 12-23-2015 "You're wrong though, as I'm the only one who really knows." Maren huffed, followed by a low chuckle. "Now, don't get cocky," she shook her head, "You will make me regret looking forward to the day you are grown up." "... I thought he was the nicest of the gods, but now I don't know." "Consequences, dear. He wishes for me to know the consequences of my actions when I cast my blinding veil of mist over others… Or at least that is what I like to think. One may wish to have something like power, but that one must give something in return." She paused, thinking before she continued. "For a God to be nice would make no sense. Of course you may decide this for yourself, but I believe none of them truly are. If they are, it would simply be a consequence as well instead of it being a mere solidified and established trait. They simply pursue the laws of nature and teach them to those who think and listen as They grant a quest." As the girl mentioned that it was good that Maren hadn't yet hurt herself she only smiled, rather suspiciously, actually. She wasn't about to tell Erthë how many times she had bumped her head to a low-hanging branch, tripped or fallen. That the girl hadn’t noticed could only mean she still looked pretty damn good; an accomplishment in itself, she thought with slight, perhaps unjustified pride. "Right?" She thus smiled in agreement, smoothly going along with the filly’s conclusion. The girl laughed at Maren’s concern, although the mare had no idea what the deal was with that. It was already such a rare occurrence that she spoke out her worries about… Well, someone; another person. Being laughed at afterwards didn’t quite match her expectations. Not that it hurt, it was rather just that she felt like she was being lied to. Into her face, but she couldn’t see. Her; and not see what the girl was talking about. And it bothered her, it bothered her immensely to simply not know while she could've. Still, she listened carefully to the girl’s report; what actually happened. As Erthë spoke Maren’s wings folded themselves around her alabaster cheeks, forming their own little cushion for her depressed, unknowing thoughts, suddenly regretting whatever she could have but didn’t. Regret is overrated, she promised herself once again, even though it felt like she had emptied a box of nails inside her stomach — she, because there was no one else to blame. Why she would feel this way? She didn't know, for it wasn't affection. More... expectations she couldn't fulfill, didn't want to. “I’m sorry,” she said. There, I tried; empty words she had heard so many times herself when she was young. It hadn’t done much for her then, either. But, as she stared into the blackness, she realized that the only thing she missed in those words was the cure for the loneliness. And the real reason she felt so bad for the girl was merely because she saw so much of herself in her, pulling her back into nostalgia she had long swallowed; throwing up what she had thought was kept to be lost in the back of her mind. Once, she had a heart, knew how to care. But at another once, she sold it off; traded for knowledge and faith. So perhaps she was just apologizing to herself, for seeing her own past terror in Erthë. Something she didn't deserve. So the diviner couldn't muster the courage to ask if she, perhaps, needed any help with this promised quest. Instead she asked. And she swallowed it along with all those other things when the girl reached out to her nose once more. “So... you’re with a herd now?” Maren
BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY yewrezz | x x | larfsalot on deviantart @Ërthe RE: In restless dreams I walked, alone - Erthë - 01-14-2016 @Maren - sorry for the wait. RE: In restless dreams I walked, alone - Maren - 02-07-2016 She smiled, since it was the only thing Maren could ask for. It was a bittersweet agreement. "The Gods are never wrong." But as she said it an echo rolled like an orchestra along the walls of her mind, a reflection of the shattering of glasses in the water; the drum. The Gods were never wrong about this world —But the Rift is not actually their world, it was a voice of shattering glass and she deja-vu'd to the time she had stood in the rotunda; watched the broken glass in the fading light of the day. And she had closed her eyes. She couldn't do that this time, not while she so clearly heard the glass shatter and her ears drum in the same beat as her aching heart. Light was not fading now when a fresh hatred flashed so violently before her eyes. In this forsaken world of shadows; now more then ever; I am not blind. And she never was, not when it came down to what actually mattered over time; the bigger picture. Blind? —don't make me laugh. She won't ever be as long as she is alive; for there was no one who saw the lifespan of this land fade into chaos so clearly. — Perhaps this is how its suppose to end. And she wondered. She wondered and she wondered again and again. But it was only in the very back of her mind that she was aware of how, even though it sharpened all the others (senses), the darkness, the unknowing that had itself around her in such a frightening tight embrace... it was poison to her state of mind. She did not want to see the darkness (the grip tightens). She wanted to see Erthë doing well, but she couldn't even say that. And she probably didn't wanted to hear that from her, either. She scraped her throat, although there was still an unplanned roughness left when she attempted to speak her normally smooth tunes. "The World's Edge? You and your dad, that's good." It was a nicely hidden place, a good one for the filly to be kept save. Me and dad. More flashbacks of a ruined childhood flashed through her mind. The only difference was that her mother wasn't dead. Which, ironically, was exactly the problem. She sighed. She wouldn't tell Erthë, but families sucked. "Could you perhaps lead me to the rotunda? I haven't sat down on soft, smooth marble for way too long," she suddenly realized how convenient it was to have someone close by. Even if only for a little bit. So Maren's awkward legs started to wander into the direction she had thought she had to go. "Just tell me if I'm getting warmer," she suggested as she held her wings in front of her to feel for branches. "Must be cozy there," she murmured out of the blue, meaning living at the Edge with her dad. "Is Mauja doing alright, then?" The words had slipped out without her realizing it until it was already done. It surprised her. She hadn't thought or talked about him in ages. The only thing she knew is how he walked off after the battle with the Tiger-God and wherever it was because the whole day had been strange — but it had not felt right. Nothing had felt right that day. Maren
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