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12-28-2016, 12:12 PM
Syrena
let the water take me
She would always be the wrong place, or the wrong time, or both. She didn’t know how to be any other way. She doesn’t know how to be herself anymore. Not in this hellhole. Her voice is beautiful, yes, but her serves her no real purpose now. Words are words. They are necessary, yes, but that doesn’t mean she needs to waste time and effort and breath on them. Once, they were a weapon. Now they are just words.
Once, she was so much more. Now, she is nothing. A mortal whose name is hardly even known. If you had been power and beauty and death all rolled into one, if you had all that stripped away in the blink of an eye, you too might sound as she does. Impassive, careless, bitter. Though she is slowly losing the bitter edge in her voice, replaced with something almost pleasant. Almost.
They are pleasant visitors, at least. The gray one introduces himself, and then leaves off for the Basin’s Haruspex to continue. The brown mare also has a pretty introduction, using words like sagacity and Syrena almost snorts in laughter. Almost. Thankfully, there are benefits to having a rather emotionless exterior – it doesn’t show. “That would be me,” she says simply, because she is still no good with pleasantries and never will be. “Would you like to come in?” she offers though, stepping aside to allow them access to the Falls.
She may not be the wittiest companion, or the brightest, or the polietest, but she is not entirely rude. She simply doesn’t have much in the way of social graces, and really, she will never see the point to them anyway. Say what you mean. If nothing else, you will hear no lies from Syrena’s lips. Lies, too, are a waste of time.
"words"
Once, she was so much more. Now, she is nothing. A mortal whose name is hardly even known. If you had been power and beauty and death all rolled into one, if you had all that stripped away in the blink of an eye, you too might sound as she does. Impassive, careless, bitter. Though she is slowly losing the bitter edge in her voice, replaced with something almost pleasant. Almost.
They are pleasant visitors, at least. The gray one introduces himself, and then leaves off for the Basin’s Haruspex to continue. The brown mare also has a pretty introduction, using words like sagacity and Syrena almost snorts in laughter. Almost. Thankfully, there are benefits to having a rather emotionless exterior – it doesn’t show. “That would be me,” she says simply, because she is still no good with pleasantries and never will be. “Would you like to come in?” she offers though, stepping aside to allow them access to the Falls.
She may not be the wittiest companion, or the brightest, or the polietest, but she is not entirely rude. She simply doesn’t have much in the way of social graces, and really, she will never see the point to them anyway. Say what you mean. If nothing else, you will hear no lies from Syrena’s lips. Lies, too, are a waste of time.
"words"
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