The Pinnacle
03-27-2018, 08:13 PM
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
The strange, curling smile of the Protector draws out a shy, meek expression from the shaman. Even if their answer was wrong, the guardian accepted it with a joyous expression. A better world they would build together, indeed.
The healer nods to him gratefully, even as the man laughs with an ethereal sounding boom. Taivas was uncertain what sort of creature the Protector was, but he seemed jolly, even if a little lonely at times. Taivas glanced around at the gathering before him, happy that so many had come to attempt to restore hope to the Pinnacle and the the Rift in general.
You are the hope for a better world, his voice booms along the edges of the mountains. "Thank you," the painted girl answers genuinely to the man on the mountain.
As the hope split and danced around the Protector and the peak, a sense of accomplishment fills the girl's soul. The command to go and spread more hope jolts her into action, and Taivas makes her way back down the peak.
Looking at plainly colored stallion as he addresses her, Taivas's face is like a blank canvas. Her expression is dulled at best, but she answers his question with a soft, gentle voice. "Kisamoa gave us the task, but the Matron, a guardian of Uwaritace, offered specific instructions."
"Otherwise, I am doing this of my own will."
And with that, the girl continued to plod down the mountain and head back toward the meeting place, whether or not Ruwin decided to follow.
""
The healer nods to him gratefully, even as the man laughs with an ethereal sounding boom. Taivas was uncertain what sort of creature the Protector was, but he seemed jolly, even if a little lonely at times. Taivas glanced around at the gathering before him, happy that so many had come to attempt to restore hope to the Pinnacle and the the Rift in general.
You are the hope for a better world, his voice booms along the edges of the mountains. "Thank you," the painted girl answers genuinely to the man on the mountain.
As the hope split and danced around the Protector and the peak, a sense of accomplishment fills the girl's soul. The command to go and spread more hope jolts her into action, and Taivas makes her way back down the peak.
Looking at plainly colored stallion as he addresses her, Taivas's face is like a blank canvas. Her expression is dulled at best, but she answers his question with a soft, gentle voice. "Kisamoa gave us the task, but the Matron, a guardian of Uwaritace, offered specific instructions."
"Otherwise, I am doing this of my own will."
And with that, the girl continued to plod down the mountain and head back toward the meeting place, whether or not Ruwin decided to follow.
""
Taivas
