» The Tree of Light

It was strange, being invited by the Loricatrunc to come before the great tree. What was even stranger was that they had taken the trouble to transform the world before her into a winter paradise and proceed to offer gifts. Of course, this was all a result of the Pieces of Hope being spread forth among the world. Brought to them by their nightmarish god. It was strange. Which made it completely normal within the Rift. She was still cautious about Kisamoa, unwilling to place her trust in him or turn her back upon him. He was trying to bring light back to the rift. But he was a creation of different gods. Gods that had held their own opinions and agendas. A creature born from chaos. Therefore chaos was his nature. But she would go along with it. He honestly seemed to be trying. What harm was there in playing along and seeing where it went? Plus he had given her a beautiful light of hope. She wondered if it would die should she not share it? Though she hadn't found anyone to share it with anyways. She needn't worry about that for the moment. For now she would focus on receiving a gift from these grateful Matrons. But unlike Roscorro she had no item to give.

As she entered the wintery scene, she pondered what she could give. She knew it had to be a meaningful gift. Something told her that they would not accept any old items tossed into their hands. As she moved six stars seemed to grow brighter, larger as they danced upon her pelt. Like shooting stars these glowing orbs rushed forward as if they intended to break free of her skin. And break free they did. With not so much as a sound the six orbs lifted from her body, drifting away from her in all directions as they changed color. Ever now and again one would let off a loud bang as it turned green. K'yarie frowned inwardly, irritated with how the Rift had chosen to mutate her vanity magic. As the orbs circled her those with a connection to spirit would hear them whispering in strange gibberish. Not the normal gibberish of an ancient tongue, true unintelligible words. She knew what she would offer to their hosts. Stepping forward with a graceful, swaying gate. K'yarie gave a small bow as she urged one of her glowing spheres towards the eldest Matron. They were all she had, and she cared for them. These orbs had been her company on long, lonely nights. Lighting her way in the darkness. Now their connection was gone and they were nothing more than raving balls of gas. But still, they were a part of her. Would it be enough to receive of a gift in return?

talk talk talk talk

still, the flowers open as she passes
and the birds they sing to greet her
though she heaves blood.
there is grace in a steeple collapsing.

K'yarie

image credit to lrargerich @ flickr.com


OOC:
Gifts for K'yarie.

>>Her orbs restored to their original state.
Glowing orbs, like gaseous stars that change their subtle hues, float around her. Lighting her way at night. It is said that those who have a connection to the realm of spirits can hear faint whispers, in an ancient tongue, coming from the orbs. Only K'yarie can understand what they speak. When not in use they disappear into the starry sky that is her body. The largest and oldest of these floating stars posses names and seem to possess personalities.

>>Purple and white, self wielding beads that can wiz around in the air and attack and pierce a target (like a bullet of sorts? They are the size of olden days shot). When not in use they rest in her mane and tail like decorations.