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12-25-2016, 04:50 PM
iona
Iona looked at her token from the turtle - the small perfect replica of the patron goddess of the Edge. The painted specter had no conflict with the goddess, but couldn’t claim to have a particularly close relationship with her either. To be honest, Iona was wary of the Gods here, and she always had been. She’d lived in a land full of both false Gods and the fallen. She’d seen what perverse religion could do to a place. She wasn’t one to have much faith in anything. But perhaps she could work harder in developing a relationship with her Goddess, instead of simply building more walls. Maybe that’s what the Earth Turtle had truly given her. A reminder.
After all she couldn’t help but think that the Earth Turtle and his gifts were far more meaningful than simple trinkets. Anyone with eyes could see that. She wouldn’t call Helovians a peaceful bunch, yet here they were gathered around the magnificent tree adorned with all of their belongings - voluntarily given - peacefully mingling regardless of herd affiliation. And Iona, for her part, felt no impulse to cloak herself with her magic and disappear. That, in itself, spoke volumes. To have such a physical reminder that there was good here brought Iona such a profound sense of comfort that she couldn’t hope to explain it if she’d been asked to try.
Thankfully, it seemed that they were all under the spell of goodness this night. For the first time in a long time - Iona had absolutely nothing to say. She was content to simply be.
After all she couldn’t help but think that the Earth Turtle and his gifts were far more meaningful than simple trinkets. Anyone with eyes could see that. She wouldn’t call Helovians a peaceful bunch, yet here they were gathered around the magnificent tree adorned with all of their belongings - voluntarily given - peacefully mingling regardless of herd affiliation. And Iona, for her part, felt no impulse to cloak herself with her magic and disappear. That, in itself, spoke volumes. To have such a physical reminder that there was good here brought Iona such a profound sense of comfort that she couldn’t hope to explain it if she’d been asked to try.
Thankfully, it seemed that they were all under the spell of goodness this night. For the first time in a long time - Iona had absolutely nothing to say. She was content to simply be.
The truth will set you free.
But first, it will piss you off.
But first, it will piss you off.
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