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07-25-2012, 02:59 PM
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Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign
Strangely enough, Indy chose to walk beside him; it felt.. both good, and weird, as if out of place. Onni had dropped behind a little, but came trotting up to speak with him. She was trying to apologize for her mother's behavior, and he gave her a tired smile, hoping to soothe her worry. The fewer that found reason to investigate his flair for being disturbing, the better. Indy chimed in, and Mauja nodded thoughtfully. "I hope she'll get over it," he said quietly, and he meant it, but what else could he say? Having Kri being so suspicious of him was annoying, to say the least, but the Sun was even more of a nuisance. The path thinned, and they were single file once more until coming up at the shrines.
Onni and Indy didn't seem to give anything tangible, but Gossamer dropped an amulet of sorts; a familiar shimmering in the air heralded the Moon's approach, and Mauja's head fell towards the earth in a bow. The ice was spirited away, and her greeting made his heart swell with pride and warmth, of all strange things. He looked up again, and she was as beautiful as he remembered her, even though she wore wings. She was his patron goddess, his realm's protector, and it was in her name they sweated and bled - for her, and her blessed darkness. Hooves like thunder heralded her brother Earth, whom had allowed d'Artagnan his powers; Mauja's head inclined for him too. He had no quarrel with the tall, thick stallion, even though the Moon held all of his heart. They knew why the quartet had come and spoke; his ears flickered to their voices and their queer harmony, the deep thunder of Earth and the silvery whisper of Moon. Disappointment weighed his heart down momentarily, but he rallied, looking at them with something unyielding in his eyes. There was hope, then, and he would not bow under the onslaught of the sun. "Please," he began, not feeling strange begging of gods. "If you can, grant my herd something which offers us respite from the heat, and water in our drying brooks." His head tilted slowly to the side. "And, once autumn comes, what will you do? Is there something we can do, to aid you?"  |
