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08-22-2015, 08:17 AM
Entia
we could write a bad romance
we could write a bad romance
The air temperature here was so fantastic, bringing a delightful thrill to his flesh as he wandered. So far, the Threshold had been the most entertaining, but he had enjoyed his meeting with Tembovu and looked forward to spending more time with him as well - he was easy to get along with, and Entia had enjoyed being able to relax and be himself, rather than a strange, sarcastic oddball who enjoyed seeing the reactions of those who were so different to him. The Endless Blue had been wonderful as well, but he had journeyed away from it, though not so far - and it was on the way to the Edge after all; however, Entia was distracted when he entered this place.
The Grove was unlike anything he had seen, at least, unlike anything he had seen in an inland region. He remembers a place like this, with its beauty and mystery, that had belonged to the strong women of Liridon; the Donietas. They had lived in a desert and had been a fierce clan, but among them were his favourites - Aine, their queen and strongest of them all, and of course his love Inwe had lived there, and it gave him all the reasons in the world to go visit them.
For a moment, his heart panged with a strange sensation and he knew it was because he missed her. Inwe, whom he had fallen for truly, madly and deeply, and had never come back up again. He didn't want to, but even if he never saw her again, after their separation during the great cataclysm of Liridon, he knew one day he would again regardless.
So here, he stood, looking at the crystal waters before him, his gaze cast down and staring at his own reflection, which looked back at him, shimmering with ripples from a gentle breeze.
"I still hate you," he says quietly, his eyes rolling up a little as he spoke to his horn - and to anyone around, that would be strange, especially in this world full of strangers and unknown others. Not that it mattered to him; he always did enjoy looking a little strange...
The Grove was unlike anything he had seen, at least, unlike anything he had seen in an inland region. He remembers a place like this, with its beauty and mystery, that had belonged to the strong women of Liridon; the Donietas. They had lived in a desert and had been a fierce clan, but among them were his favourites - Aine, their queen and strongest of them all, and of course his love Inwe had lived there, and it gave him all the reasons in the world to go visit them.
For a moment, his heart panged with a strange sensation and he knew it was because he missed her. Inwe, whom he had fallen for truly, madly and deeply, and had never come back up again. He didn't want to, but even if he never saw her again, after their separation during the great cataclysm of Liridon, he knew one day he would again regardless.
So here, he stood, looking at the crystal waters before him, his gaze cast down and staring at his own reflection, which looked back at him, shimmering with ripples from a gentle breeze.
"I still hate you," he says quietly, his eyes rolling up a little as he spoke to his horn - and to anyone around, that would be strange, especially in this world full of strangers and unknown others. Not that it mattered to him; he always did enjoy looking a little strange...
note; I hope this is okay! <33 @Myrrine
