SWP :: Impressions etched in glass

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[OPEN] SWP :: Impressions etched in glass

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing Yewrezz

#58

11-10-2016, 02:05 PM

The Flying Dutchman swung with the wakes as they rolled on and off. When you have lived as long as I have... – The Gods act in mysterious ways, or so you have been told. Your Sun God burned down acres and acres of land and was banished. It stuck in Maren's mind like seagull poo in unkempt mane. She had simply listened to the sea creature, those days ago, as he had revealed his status and task, his home that were so called blackened waters. He had amassed many, yet he was not a God, though still he was presumably immortal. Behind that voice smooth as still water, and with a sound so alive like the oceans were, what was he then? A Spirit of the sea? A demi-god (Goddess?)? Although Maren’s figure bobbed up and down with the wonky sea, her golden eyes lay questioning still on the horizon – But he knew.
He knew things.

So she had kept her eye out, wondered, wandered. Waited. She had been sailing with the warm south-eastern winds towards the mainland more often than not. If anywhere, he could not have gone far from the seas. And today indeed: She came to find a stream of Helovians once more trailing the beach, among them faces that were familiar to her. She With the sand beneath her growing thicker and thicker, the Flying Dutchman could not continue on any longer and Maren stepped out, followed by her tiger companion. Her boat she left anchored between restless wakes.
In a few blinks of her lashes she noticed that Kisamoa was not alone this time. Before him stood a shadowy figure she had gotten to know, if only slightly through her time in Helovia. Mr. Teatime’s purring reflected inside her own mind. Not a God, not an equine either. He was right. Next to the shamelessly gleaming Goddess of the Moon he seemed merely a trinket to her everlasting divinity. The Diviner waded closer to the spectacle, when suddenly the grains on the beach flashed and smoothed; turned into more brightly glimmering glass. “Mr. Teatime, you should get on my back." She glanced down at her faithful follower. "I would not like to see that stuck between your toes.” With that the tiger crawled on her striped behind, before Maren set her hoofs on the no longer sandy beach.

Suspicious was a big word, yet, she was undoubtedly at least a tiny bit skeptical. But there was intrigue, too. There was not ever an event that a God came to glance at that wasn’t historical worthy of mentioning in stories, legends, myths to come. So she dipped her head to both of them. “Goodday”, before carrying on, remembering all for future reference. Having noticed Ampere and Sohalia, left to stand somewhere alongside her family.

Talking
Notes Maren stands somewhere near AMPERE and SOHALIA and possibly other dragon's throat members.

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