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01-01-2017, 07:01 PM
to die by your side,
The Glazier had come to the gathering, albeit a bit unwillingly. It was Kisamoa’s call that intrigued her, the way he spoke to her and only her when she decided to follow his lead and dive beneath the surface to gift the creatures of the reef with memories of the dryer side of the earth. She wanted to see what he had this time around, this event that he had summoned them for. Was it to finally do what he originally mentioned? To actually clean things up? Or would it be another turn of events of doing something miniscule. How many times would he disappear and reappear with things that didn’t seem to matter that much?
Or perhaps they all mattered a certain amount. All little things that added up to make a large turning point. Still, she came. Pale blood dipped legs carried her toward the voice, toward the crowd as she stayed silent, the broken piece of her horn tied gently into her tail while the little golden piece she had been gifted by the turtle sat snugly against the broken piece. Now, despite the scars, she felt a bit more normal. Even a bit happier.
She listened to the words the god spoke, of how they needed to clear things out, and she nodded once to acknowledge she heard his wishes before she moved away from the crowd. Glassy gaze dancing around in uncertainty of where to start. Perhaps she could clear bones, or better yet actually do something else useful. She did have the experience from clearing the broken shards of glass around the Edge, anyway. Might as well put it to use.
"Talk."
Or perhaps they all mattered a certain amount. All little things that added up to make a large turning point. Still, she came. Pale blood dipped legs carried her toward the voice, toward the crowd as she stayed silent, the broken piece of her horn tied gently into her tail while the little golden piece she had been gifted by the turtle sat snugly against the broken piece. Now, despite the scars, she felt a bit more normal. Even a bit happier.
She listened to the words the god spoke, of how they needed to clear things out, and she nodded once to acknowledge she heard his wishes before she moved away from the crowd. Glassy gaze dancing around in uncertainty of where to start. Perhaps she could clear bones, or better yet actually do something else useful. She did have the experience from clearing the broken shards of glass around the Edge, anyway. Might as well put it to use.
"Talk."
—is such a
heavenly
way to die.
