Let Me Be Your Shelter

the Rift

Let Me Be Your Shelter

Rasta Posts: 305

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Mare :: Equine :: 14.1hh :: six (ages in Tallsun) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

Ettore :: Red-Tailed Hawk :: None Abba

#13

10-24-2015, 12:35 AM

Rasta was not okay with this whole, do things and stop thinking vibe that was rolling through her head. So many things were happening - so much was breaking. But Ettore kept prodding her to move, to try and do something, so she did. While her brain tried to piece together the landscape against the crashing of the waterfalls she tried to bring back images which had been so vibrant in her mind just after she had lost her vision again at the completion of her quest.

It was only when she heard the call for a meeting that she even dared to move forth. Of course, she didn't really push her way into the helm of things. She only lingered at the edge of the group of people - taking in the sounds of each of those who were speaking. Ettore offered gentle images of each who spoke in turn, allowing her to fit some of the builds with the voices, even with the builds distorted from the vibrations.

She had nothing important to add to the situation, so she simply stood in silence. Was Alleo going to arrive? Would he speak to her? Or hide off to the side? Oh, she didn't know anymore… she didn't know what to do. She just knew her heart ached for him. And she knew she seemed to only manage to cause him pain.

Oh what was even going on? Maybe she would just roll back to the crafting side again. Play with rocks and wood that she couldn't build things with anymore. Hah. So useful.

_{two feet standing on a principle

two hands digging in each others wounds

cold smoke seeping out of colder throats}
darkness falling, leaves nowhere to move

_{chunga-stock | prints-of-stock}

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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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