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08-22-2014, 08:54 PM
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The island is beautiful, lovely and almost iridescent with the magic of the Gods a thick blanket over the goings-on. One can almost imagine that no ill will befall those on the floating mass, for to treat poorly with our neighbors here would be to defy the very Gods that have brought us here, opening the door into their home - for how can a land this lovely not be Heaven? I arrive at the herd meeting alongside the rest, mingling with the group, soothed by the myriad colours of their voices. They are my so-called family, and though I may not know all of their names, I do know their faces, and I find myself lulled by their presence. Seele's voice has called me here today, and hers is the only colour that makes me ill at ease. We have not truly spoken about the evening of the seance, and I worry that she is biding her time, waiting to pull me aside before she attacks me for my lie. I wonder if it would be too much to reveal the nature of our relationship, or if any here would even care if I called her sister. After all, we are all family, aren't we? Don't we call one another brother and sister all the time? And so I step up to level my pupil-less gaze at her, and though my heart flutters wildly in my chest, I manage to speak in a pleasant, level tone. "Schwesterschiff." A nod. My gaze turns to Midas. "Czar." I pause, wait for any response to my greeting, and then pull away, allowing myself to fade into the forefront of the crowd, allowing their lilting voices to wash over me, to calm me, to save me from my own imagination. "Talk talk talk." |
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