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02-13-2017, 11:14 PM
I wanna sleep next to you
but that's all I wanna do right now
I have spent time within the Temple, now that I have found it, memorized where it lay buried within the sands— I have run my blistered lips and beaten wing tips across every surface of that sanctuary, mapped out every detail of it, every fine grain has been etched within my mind. I perhaps spend too much time there, no longer needing to unfurl my wings to navigate the corridors within the structure, striding boldly through the doors and often seeking shelter from the world there. It has become a safe space for when I feel far too overwhelmed, when my heart is yearning for the comfort of a mother I do not have, and my body cannot handle the emptiness of the outside world. It is a comforting thought, to know there is not an endless expanse stretching on forever, but walls and a roof that confines you— keeps you safe sane.
I am surprised to hear an unfamiliar yet powerful voice boom through the Throat, carried by hot winds and summons the entirety of the population forward, beckons us all to gather there. I am guided through will and whispers, picking my way through the Throat and into the crowd that has been summoned by something fiery and grand— I strain my ears, picking up the generous greetings given to the source of the summons. It is a god, the patron saint of our desert island, the burning body of a mighty god.
I should feel honoured to be in the presence of a being so grand, but having never been in such a situation, all I can do I bob my head awkwardly and swallow my pride. Who am I in comparison? A mortal being with nothing but broken eyes and a damaged soul, no proof of magic or holiness (shall I pray? Might I follow Maren's example of absolute devotion?). I say nothing, I do nothing— I slide into the background and hold my breath for whatever it is the god has brought us here for.
SPEECH
I am surprised to hear an unfamiliar yet powerful voice boom through the Throat, carried by hot winds and summons the entirety of the population forward, beckons us all to gather there. I am guided through will and whispers, picking my way through the Throat and into the crowd that has been summoned by something fiery and grand— I strain my ears, picking up the generous greetings given to the source of the summons. It is a god, the patron saint of our desert island, the burning body of a mighty god.
I should feel honoured to be in the presence of a being so grand, but having never been in such a situation, all I can do I bob my head awkwardly and swallow my pride. Who am I in comparison? A mortal being with nothing but broken eyes and a damaged soul, no proof of magic or holiness (shall I pray? Might I follow Maren's example of absolute devotion?). I say nothing, I do nothing— I slide into the background and hold my breath for whatever it is the god has brought us here for.
SPEECH
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and this is the world as i see it now,
turns out nothing is fair
