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01-18-2016, 04:08 PM
We're volcanoes in the night
Glowing in the dark like meteorites
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Glowing in the dark like meteorites
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Though new to the land she was certainly familiar with the Goddess who watched over the Edge, the tales commonplace in Vestiomel. She followed her own God, patron of the moon, and it was the prospect of leaving her small village and serving a greater purpose that pulled her into the arms of Helovia and eventually the Edge. With Dagger beside her they traveled great distances to reach the unseen terrain. It was just their luck that the very head of the worshipers found them himself. It was of no question that they--at least Cloak--would be returning to his home with him.
Although just reaching the once-grandeur wall of glass and finding herself 'home' finally, she felt an unknown pull to delve further in and so she clung to the shadows and obliged. Golden chains on her necklace lightly clinked with her steps, but it was comforting in the strange world she sought out. She didn't know what she was supposed to find, but the thickening mist told her she was going in the right direction.
Words floated to her though she could still not tell from who, for the darkness and low vision blocked most things. Drawing ever closer, however, allowed forms to peek through and she could recognize the horns of Alune, the daintiness of Erthë beside him, and one she had not yet seen. The two former appeared to be resting by something that shimmered dully, a mirror or water perhaps, but she stopped with just enough of her shadowy figure in sight to not be identifiable yet clearly visible if one were to look.
Whatever the small gathering had joined for she knew, somehow, she wouldn't want to miss out on what was guaranteed to transpire.
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she's just chillin to watch <33
