Blood Falls
04-01-2018, 07:37 PM
If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
It is new to the Rift.
Taivas frowns, for she had been trapped between time and space for an unknown period of time. How new was new? When did the barrier fall? When Hope arrived? Before?
Her thoughts are interrupted by the surprisingly soft voice of one the shaman remembered as being anything but gentle. She turns a blank gaze toward Aurelia, not entirely sure she had the energy to deal with the fiesty golden-kissed maiden. Their last encounter had been less than successful, to put it kindly. Taivas found the argumentative mare to be childish and tiresome, but in this circumstance, they clearly needed aid. Whoever was willing to help was welcomed.
If she had been able to read Aurelia's thoughts, she might ask in what way she was qualified to quell violent waters or have any expertise in the subject. After all, Taivas was a daughter of the sky, not the earth. She had been born under the ethereal gaze of the universe in an open field of long grass and the hymns of elders. The only waterfall she had ever seen prior was a day's trek from her home, deep in the forests to the east. The river which ran through the Fields was large but overseen by a calm and gentle spirit.
Nothing about this was familiar to her.
Any ideas?
Taivas softly lands upon the snow and closes her eyes, listening to the stirring of the spirits under her hooves and trying to get a feel for the area around them. However, there is no clear emotion to the shaman, whether due to her weakened connection to the lifestream or the lack of one present, she is not sure. The overwhelming dance and tone of the pulse is chaotic and dangerous. She is uncertain as to why.
Thankfully, the familiar giant Roscorro arrives with at least a suggestion on what to do. The shaman glances over her shoulder to look up at his friendly features, a small, pale smile on her lips. "Unless one of us can move earth and stone, that would be a venture of time and muscle," she says calmly, though not really opposed. "We can try, but I fear the bank might be swept away long before we get a sizable barricade in place."
The girl pauses and looks with a thoughtful expression at the waters and the master which had melted into the rapids, leaving behind two pillars of sapphire dancing among the tendrils of chaos and rage. She is reminded the violence of the sirens when they first attempted to deliver hope to the Summit. What illness plagued this realm and drove even the land itself mad?
"We have returned hope to the Rift, but have yet to heal whatever malady the world suffers," she says calmly, thinking outside of a physical approach to the problem before them. "So, in place of apathy and desolation there is chaos and rage."
Taivas frowns, for she had been trapped between time and space for an unknown period of time. How new was new? When did the barrier fall? When Hope arrived? Before?
Her thoughts are interrupted by the surprisingly soft voice of one the shaman remembered as being anything but gentle. She turns a blank gaze toward Aurelia, not entirely sure she had the energy to deal with the fiesty golden-kissed maiden. Their last encounter had been less than successful, to put it kindly. Taivas found the argumentative mare to be childish and tiresome, but in this circumstance, they clearly needed aid. Whoever was willing to help was welcomed.
If she had been able to read Aurelia's thoughts, she might ask in what way she was qualified to quell violent waters or have any expertise in the subject. After all, Taivas was a daughter of the sky, not the earth. She had been born under the ethereal gaze of the universe in an open field of long grass and the hymns of elders. The only waterfall she had ever seen prior was a day's trek from her home, deep in the forests to the east. The river which ran through the Fields was large but overseen by a calm and gentle spirit.
Nothing about this was familiar to her.
Any ideas?
Taivas softly lands upon the snow and closes her eyes, listening to the stirring of the spirits under her hooves and trying to get a feel for the area around them. However, there is no clear emotion to the shaman, whether due to her weakened connection to the lifestream or the lack of one present, she is not sure. The overwhelming dance and tone of the pulse is chaotic and dangerous. She is uncertain as to why.
Thankfully, the familiar giant Roscorro arrives with at least a suggestion on what to do. The shaman glances over her shoulder to look up at his friendly features, a small, pale smile on her lips. "Unless one of us can move earth and stone, that would be a venture of time and muscle," she says calmly, though not really opposed. "We can try, but I fear the bank might be swept away long before we get a sizable barricade in place."
The girl pauses and looks with a thoughtful expression at the waters and the master which had melted into the rapids, leaving behind two pillars of sapphire dancing among the tendrils of chaos and rage. She is reminded the violence of the sirens when they first attempted to deliver hope to the Summit. What illness plagued this realm and drove even the land itself mad?
"We have returned hope to the Rift, but have yet to heal whatever malady the world suffers," she says calmly, thinking outside of a physical approach to the problem before them. "So, in place of apathy and desolation there is chaos and rage."
When I turn jet black, and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
Taivas
[ ooc - Taivas has nothing practical to offer so she's rambling. ]
