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Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,
And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.
She considered this for a while, pursing her lips as though the father's words were a sugared lump, a succulent treat to savor before devouring. He was right, Erthë did want to go to the Veins, but he was also correct in that it was a long journey. If he was thinking of the same place as she was, it was way down south, near the coast where land fell into the sea and they sky were cloudy with ash and steam. She had seen it from far away like a hazy blur or a faint blue glow in the night.
But Shadow had never been interested in the gods and she had rarely set foot by the shrines herself and so she left this piece of knowledge aside when she taught her child the essentials of life.
The place of the gods. Their shrines...
"But I thought the herd lands were protected by the Gods. There was a painting in a cave that made it seem so." The young snowdrop frowned absently, wrinkles forming between the nostrils as she went over the imagery of the relief she'd seen earlier in the summer. "Why don't they have shrines in the herds?"
Though even as she asked, the girl found an answer for herself. Maybe not all who lived in the herds loved the same god. Maybe some were like lady Ophelia, who had been blessed by the Sun God but lived in this shadowed forest.
This too made her frown, but in dislike rather than thought. Why would you choose to live in a herd if you didn't like the god that ruled there? Gazing at her father, she suddenly wondered why it was that he had chosen this land, after they left the Basin. Why the Moon's protectorate, instead of the Time's, and why not the Sun's, or the Earth's?
"Do you like our lady Moon?" she asked him curiously, tilting the head to the side. "Was it she who gave you your magic? Can I get magic too, if I go to the Veins?"
It was a thrilling thought indeed. What should she choose, if she could? Maybe magic to make the earth tremble and shake, like Volterra. Or magic that sent fires sizzling through the air, or howling winds... though Vadim's magic was amazing too, to change the whole landscape around someone.
Imagine how many pranks you could pull on people with that!
@Vadim
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