Uwaritace
07-22-2018, 06:40 PM
Taivas
Kisamoa speaks, but it leaves Taivas with more questions that he may or may not wish to answer.
Who is Reszo? A god, perhaps?
Was Kisamoa not the only god?
Where had the rest of them been?
What of Hope, did she count as a god?
Why did he choose to save Uwaritace's husk but not restore her?
Were gods not all powerful beings like she had heard?
The shaman listens intently, her face glowing with a rarely seen, expressive light. Curiosity is painted plainly on the normally dull exterior, adding dimension and focus to the soft, pale glow of the moon. The misfortune of the Rift becomes clear, yet Taivas remains surprised by how violent the past had been.
To think that her mother had been sending her to Helovia, where the Gods had slain and destroyed another world (and for what purpose) shocked her. Surely, mother had no idea the ill intent of the former Gods she worshipped.
In the Fields, they had no such beings as "gods"; only the spirits held a special place within their religion, and so she has a difficult time understanding the true ferocity of change which shook the Rift. The girl was also under the foolish and naive impression prior that Gods were immortal, unable to be slain or destroyed. Thoughtfully, the mare listens, and thankfully, Kisamoa is kind enough to give her a comparison she would understand.
I'm sure you can imagine what tearing the heart out does to a body.
"The Rift is dying," she says calmly, thinking about how her first impression of the world had been ravenous. The world sought energy and life to restore that which it was losing. The odd nature of the realm began to fall into place, a logical solution to the overwhelming problem it faced.
Taking a brief pause, Taivas considers her options, knowing now the struggle which faced them all. She could not return home, and therefore, this world had become her home from the moment she slipped through time and space into the Rift. The task of maintaining the world draining of life with each passing moment belonged to all, not just this poor, strange god beside her. "How can we restore the heart of the Rift?"
"How do we save this world?"
Who is Reszo? A god, perhaps?
Was Kisamoa not the only god?
Where had the rest of them been?
What of Hope, did she count as a god?
Why did he choose to save Uwaritace's husk but not restore her?
Were gods not all powerful beings like she had heard?
The shaman listens intently, her face glowing with a rarely seen, expressive light. Curiosity is painted plainly on the normally dull exterior, adding dimension and focus to the soft, pale glow of the moon. The misfortune of the Rift becomes clear, yet Taivas remains surprised by how violent the past had been.
To think that her mother had been sending her to Helovia, where the Gods had slain and destroyed another world (and for what purpose) shocked her. Surely, mother had no idea the ill intent of the former Gods she worshipped.
In the Fields, they had no such beings as "gods"; only the spirits held a special place within their religion, and so she has a difficult time understanding the true ferocity of change which shook the Rift. The girl was also under the foolish and naive impression prior that Gods were immortal, unable to be slain or destroyed. Thoughtfully, the mare listens, and thankfully, Kisamoa is kind enough to give her a comparison she would understand.
I'm sure you can imagine what tearing the heart out does to a body.
"The Rift is dying," she says calmly, thinking about how her first impression of the world had been ravenous. The world sought energy and life to restore that which it was losing. The odd nature of the realm began to fall into place, a logical solution to the overwhelming problem it faced.
Taking a brief pause, Taivas considers her options, knowing now the struggle which faced them all. She could not return home, and therefore, this world had become her home from the moment she slipped through time and space into the Rift. The task of maintaining the world draining of life with each passing moment belonged to all, not just this poor, strange god beside her. "How can we restore the heart of the Rift?"
"How do we save this world?"
moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos,
a ruler of the skies
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos,
a ruler of the skies
