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Nasreen is frantic. Why, oh why, had she ever left? She’d gone off, flying to the far west in hopes of finding Th’orqui, when she’d been blown off course by the Frostfall storms. For once, the girl had made the wise decision to postpone her search until spring, but by then it was too late. She’d had to make much of the journey back to the Edge on foot, and with the massive drifts, it had taken weeks. The weather was miserable, the food was scarce, and she had been alone most of the time, but she could have dealt with that had it not been for the rumors. For the few travelers she had encountered had told her things, dreadful things about darkness and murder that had her unable to sleep at night. Now, she was nearly exhausted, for when the stories had grown too numerous to doubt, she’d begun to run—and she hadn’t stopped until she was safely within the borders of the Edge. Did Kahlua and Kaj know about this? She must speak with them right away! Wide-eyed and nervous, the girl moves quickly through through the snow, trembling with fear and fatigue.

Then, somewhere in the trees a twig snaps, and the princess feels her heart stop. She freezes in her tracks, eyes squeezing shut, and without meaning to, she flings a prayer to the heavens: Lady Moon, save her! Subconsciously, she desires the reassurance of the goddess—her heart remembers the security she felt just from being in the Lady’s presence, and there is nothing more she wants in that moment than to feel it again, than to bask in the glow of the Moon and hear that the gods are watching.


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OOC: Seasonal meeting with the Goddess of the Moon. @[Kaj] and @[Kahlua], you’re welcome to join and/or PM me if there’s anything you’d like Nasreen to ask!


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The Goddess decided to appear on this occasion. Often she would step down from the stars, her hooves guided by invisible breezes, as she walked down what would appear to be an invisible stairway. Sometimes she would let the wind blow together her body from bits of starlight and fauna, but today she was tired and her mind was elsewhere. If it was not the frantic prayer from her Seer she might not have even come - she was not in the mood to grant wishes today.

And so she simply appeared.

Bathed in a dull light, the Goddess' lilac form materialized. Where her hooves touched the earth dark blue flowers appeared, with centers coloured with black, dripping with dew of pure white. These spread out from her, and each step she took renewed the growth of the strange creations. "Nasreen." She called tonelessly, having appeared behind the Seer and now moving towards her. Even in a state of exhaustion the Goddess still radiated power, mystery, and beauty. The depths of her eyes held secrets, hidden behind a mask of amusement and discipline.

"What has put you in this state?" She inquires, for once deciding not to simply poke and pry in her mind. She would let the Seer tell her for herself using whatever words she chose.




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No sooner has she flinched in terror than does Nasreen hear her name, and the voice that calls it is one she would recognize anywhere. In that instant, she can feel the air hum and buzz with magic, and lo and behold: when she turns, the goddess stands before her. For a moment, Nasreen forgets why she called upon the lady (in truth, it is only just dawning on her that she summoned her at all); instead she is content to gaze upon the deity with the awe and adoration reserved for none other than the immortals. Though it is not the first time she has looked upon the Moon, Nasreen will never cease to marvel in the goddess’ presence. She is perfection incarnate, resplendent in violet and charcoal, kissed with silver…the maiden feels her heart sigh in utter happiness. A pale foreleg extends, and her copper head lowers in a bow. She is moved by her deity’s attentiveness in the face of her fear, and she earnestly wishes to show her gratitude.

“What has put you in such a state?” the goddess inquires—rather tonelessly, but the girl is so enraptured that she does not notice. “You came!” she exclaims breathlessly, then realizing how that sounds, hastily adds, “Forgive me, my Lady. I only meant—I was so frightened…” Embarrassed at how she is bungling her words, Nasreen rushes to answer the question. “…Is it true?” she asks quietly, a note of desperation in her voice. “What they say about the murders? I’ve heard such awful things…” She prays that the goddess will set things straight, will tell her that it isn’t so…but in her heart of hearts, the young Seer braces herself for what the Moon will have to say.


edit: tagging @[Official] just because it's been a while and the thread has been buried in the Edge forum c:


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I am SO sorry! With all of the SWP messages your tag got eaten in the Official accounts mail. If we ever don't respond within a week please feel free to message one of the senior admin's to directly bump it. Again, my apologies!



Oh the murders. She isn't surprised that this is the topic upon which Nasreen would like their discussion to center. But the Goddess grows tired almost immediately. It was like she told her brothers - why was it so shocking that the mortals were killing each other? She thought she'd find an ally in the her Brother Spark. He knew better than most that time was .. flexible. They were all going to die, so why not today?

"Nasreen. Of course it's true. Who would lie about such horrible things?" She began, her words weaving together a false sense of empathy and concern. "More will continue to die. But we must be diligent, mmm? Must look for clues and whatnot? For if our murderer is stupid enough to leave clues, we should follow them should we not? "

Her leonine tail swayed gently behind her body as her head lowered sympathetically. "See the silver lining my Seer. Life is precious and yet so many have forgotten. So many rejoice in the light and forget that it is only the contrast of darkness that allows the light to appear brighter and stronger. If you forget about the darkness in turn you shall forget why the light was valuable and precious to you. Do not become complacent, daughter of the Edge. You must rage against the dying of the light that you hold so precious if you think it is being taken from you. But do not be so naive as to think it was not your sloth and greed that allowed it to be taken from you."




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“Nasreen. Of course it’s true…” the deity begins, and the young Seer feels her heart sink in grim despair. And when the goddess reveals that more will perish, tears well in the grey eyes that are normally so clear and cheerful. So overcome with sorrow is Nasreen that she misses the Moon’s direction to follow the clues—and even if she had been paying closer attention, she wouldn’t have known the first place to start. The girl has only ever seen one dead body in her life after all, and should she have stumbled across one of the victims herself, her first instinct would most certainly be to flee, not to investigate. Briefly, she thinks of Amaya’s still form, remembering the crude burial she had given her…And then the tears spill over, rolling in crystalline streaks down the princess’ ruddy cheeks. Embarrassed, she ducks her head, wiping it on her foreleg. It is all she can do not to whimper aloud, for though she knows that she is safe here with the goddess, what of the others? The heart that beats inside her painted chest is perhaps too tender still for the evils that lurk in the great wide world beyond.

“See the silver lining, my Seer,” the goddess prompts her, and the maiden lifts a tearstained face to the deity. “Life is precious and yet so many have forgotten,” the Moon continues, and Nasreen nods numbly. How could this be happening? How could the gods allow it? Unbidden, images of a burning palace creep into her mind, scenes of a homeland that she had locked away behind mental doors and barricaded with memories of festival days and summer nights. Her eyes close tightly, and she shudders. Why? The girl had always believed that the gods were on their side…but where had the gods been when the forests of Th’orqui burned? Where had they been when her family had been torn asunder? Where had they been when Amaya, her dear, sweet rescuer, had succumbed to a sickness and left her alone in the wood just beyond the Threshold? And as the shadow of doubt flits across her trusting heart, Nasreen flinches visibly, the force of her inner conflict boiling to the surface. No, it cannot be.

But the Moon’s words do not comfort her as they once did. “So many rejoice in the light and forget that it is only the contrast of darkness that allows the light to appear brighter and stronger. If you forget about the darkness in turn you shall forget why the light was valuable and precious to you,” the goddess murmurs in a voice like velvet, and without understanding why, the Seer feels uneasy. Perhaps in retrospect, she will realize that the mare she speaks to is Darkness incarnate, the very soul of the night, a force to be reckoned with who will not allow herself to be forgotten in favor of her fiery brother. Perhaps she will understand the significance of the Moon’s message, and tremble in due fear. But perhaps Nasreen will never truly understand the Moon’s words, naïve as she is to the ways of the gods. Perhaps instead the undertone of a warning will pass away with time, like dark clouds scudding across the surface of a windswept sky.

“Do not become complacent, daughter of the Edge. You must rage against the dying of the light that you hold so precious if you think it is being taken from you. But do not be so naive as to think it was not your sloth and greed that allowed it to be taken from you," the goddess finishes with a flick of her tail, expression as unreadable as a starless sky. Nasreen exhales softly, for though much of the goddess’ message has been lost upon her innocent mind, the reprimand is clear enough. Head hangs low, and she recalls her last conversation with the goddess—the Moon had advised the herd to cut ties with the others and lean solely on her…had they done so? In her absence, the Seer had not known, but based on the deity’s apparent displeasure, Nasreen begins to suspect that the Qian hasn’t listened. “I’m sorry—we’re sorry,” she whispers, ashamed now for doubting the one who had given the herd such clear instructions. “We…we have been wrong, your Grace. But I ask you—I beg of you!—will you help us? You once told us to find our strength in you…will you reveal it to us? We are weak, and you are strong.”



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