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04-23-2016, 08:12 PM
Själ
To the girl's great relief, Rikyn did not press her for information regarding her past or her family. She had come to Helovia as a princess, once, offering her mother's name at every crossroads she came upon in the hopes of finding information about her reign. Even after the DarkEmpress's demise, she had continued her search, desperately wanting to claim that legacy which was promised to her by her mother's failing mind. Had Rikyn asked, she would have offered the name, wincing internally at the history behind it; though she knew little of her mother's war path, she had gathered enough to understand that there may be little pleasantries about what her mother left behind when she departed Helovia.
Of other realms, the girl was intrigued; had that not been what the boy had been talking about, when he spoke of the Nightwalk? But when he clarified and she stopped to consider the possibility of other worlds, she found herself turning to stories of the Rifts. She had not been present for that part of Helovian history, but she had heard tales. She had heard of monsters drawn through the portals, of individuals arriving from a foreign land. That it might have been a different world entirely had never crossed her mind, but with the gold-streaked stallion's inquiry, she found herself wondering.
Truth be told, she didn't know what she believed in. A part of her longed to rely only on that which she had seen for herself, but she knew that this was only a small fraction of what actually belonged in the world. After a moment's consideration, she replied, "I suppose I must, mustn't I? After all, the tales I have heard of the Rifts leave little room for doubt. Besides," she added suddenly, "there is too much left unexplained to accept that ours is the only world there is."
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
Of other realms, the girl was intrigued; had that not been what the boy had been talking about, when he spoke of the Nightwalk? But when he clarified and she stopped to consider the possibility of other worlds, she found herself turning to stories of the Rifts. She had not been present for that part of Helovian history, but she had heard tales. She had heard of monsters drawn through the portals, of individuals arriving from a foreign land. That it might have been a different world entirely had never crossed her mind, but with the gold-streaked stallion's inquiry, she found herself wondering.
Truth be told, she didn't know what she believed in. A part of her longed to rely only on that which she had seen for herself, but she knew that this was only a small fraction of what actually belonged in the world. After a moment's consideration, she replied, "I suppose I must, mustn't I? After all, the tales I have heard of the Rifts leave little room for doubt. Besides," she added suddenly, "there is too much left unexplained to accept that ours is the only world there is."
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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