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10-18-2013, 10:36 AM
Softly the wind begins to stir - a warm wind in fact. Quite warm; is it the nurturing touch of the Goddess you seek? Or is it merely a breeze, warmed by the intense heat of Tallsun?
Is it something? Or nothing?
The wind - a thing of constant movement, seems to linger. To become stagnant, if such a thing can be imagined, as if to insulated you from the rest of the shrines. This shroud, now full of so many forgotten memories are not a worthy place to romanticize of the Gods...They do no linger here anymore child, do you not know this?
Still, the wind lingers. Dispersing slightly, tendrils of invisible fingers comb through your mane and tail, folding them all over to one side: Picturesque. Instantly they begin to fade, and the humid air around you begins to seep in, to break whatever halo was momentarily around you.
...Was it even there to begin with?
Is it something? Or nothing?
The wind - a thing of constant movement, seems to linger. To become stagnant, if such a thing can be imagined, as if to insulated you from the rest of the shrines. This shroud, now full of so many forgotten memories are not a worthy place to romanticize of the Gods...They do no linger here anymore child, do you not know this?
Still, the wind lingers. Dispersing slightly, tendrils of invisible fingers comb through your mane and tail, folding them all over to one side: Picturesque. Instantly they begin to fade, and the humid air around you begins to seep in, to break whatever halo was momentarily around you.
...Was it even there to begin with?
