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02-20-2015, 04:04 PM
Imogen & Lena
Perhaps one of the more enchanting figments of the world was the ability to change, to morph, to mold, to become altered and sculpted based on roles, on experiences, on discoveries and furtive, specious moments. They’d all been shaped and formed in one way or another, blighted, scarred, carried on the shoulders of stronger, mightier creatures, they’d all wandered from confine to confine, building, blooming, in different fathoms and warrens. She, a nymph of the north, had once threaded her ties here, followed a golden stag into the Edge, had her heart scorched and emboldened into war, and that had been the mere beginning, the genesis, of her journey. Karnivool was given a clean slate, a void from his other realm, from his other life, an opportunity to start fresh and anew, to relish and rejoice in the potential, in the offerings gifted and granted to him. The choice was his, which path to wander, which trail to conquer, which land to christen or anoint his name, or to traverse beyond mortal tethers, face adversity alone, his home laden beneath the sun and stars. The Time Mender conjured another gentle smile, acknowledged his circumstances, but never chastised, never scolded, and instead, hastened him towards a persevering crusade, where roads intermingled and trails crossed one over the other, where maladies conformed and where gentle elements lay, eager to caress a newfound traveler. “Then you must allow your experiences and time within Helovia to shape you.” She grinned, winked, nodded in agreement to Rei’s claims, procured the softer reign of dulcet ditties, of sinuous, mellifluous strains, elegantly tracing her harpsichord raptures and reverie across the forested wake. “Seize what the world offers you, and you’ll discover so many things about yourself.” If one could tolerate violence, if one can summon and lacquer the enamel of strength across their spines, along their chests, if they could defend what was theirs…her sentiments broke away, summoning the bounty of her beneficence as Rei offered her home. A bright, luminescent shard of pride brewed in her soul, in her essence, forged and pervading her quiet sketches, her calm, reverent refrains, as she took to describing her empire. “My home is towards the north, in the Aurora Basin. We’re surrounded by mountains, and host a beautiful, lush valley, caverns, even some delightful hot springs and a lake that never freezes. We’d be happy to have you live amongst us.” The nymph tilted her head a fraction, graceful and elegant, minute and tender. “If such a world doesn’t interest you, however, I’m sure either of us could point you towards an empire that does.”Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
Credits to wakalrus for image, Frostie for table. <3
But be the serpent under it.
Credits to wakalrus for image, Frostie for table. <3
