Uwaritace
07-16-2018, 12:08 AM
Taivas
A breath escapes the maw of the god, leaving Taivas a bit surprised. As stated, she failed many times to read the mood of strangers, and this would be no exception.
Her eyes remain on him, the mass of flesh, bone, blood, and shadow, filtering the seemingly undulating shape of body. Kisamoa. What a strange creature, but he remained very fitting for the realm in which he reigned. Her eyes focus on the odd shape of his face, the expression he wears somewhat soft.
Though, Taivas is unsure if she could call it soft.
The bones of his face were hard, like ill-crafted masonry. The skin stretched over it equally as rough, lending little to the feeling of soft. However, as he spoke, there was something that glossed over the edged portions of his face, smoothing them ever so slightly. The change in expression is so unfamiliar and drastic for all the imagery of Kisamoa in her head that even Taivas notices.
I am glad.
The girl did not know or understand why her opinion of the Rift would have such an effect. After all, she was one of many. She had accomplished nothing of note during her time here, certainly not enough to warrant value in the eyes of a demigod - or whatever he was. Still, none of the confusion appeared on her face. Impassive as always, not even the hint of a smile or surprise.
Then, nothing.
Silence begins to grow, as the shaman has never been one to make conversation on her own. Others might have used this opportunity to get to know the deity, to try to build some sort of relationship with the god or earn favor. Instead, the shaman's mind wanders to the Rift itself, to the mission of restoring what was apparently broken. She knew that Hope had been brought back into the realm, thanks to the combined efforts of many, but little else. Naturally, the desire to learn overwhelmed the typically quiet girl, albeit after a few awkward moments without conversation.
"What caused the Rift to begin to decay?" she asks, her eyes seeking to meet Kisamoa's. "If decay is even the proper term for what happened to this place."
Her eyes remain on him, the mass of flesh, bone, blood, and shadow, filtering the seemingly undulating shape of body. Kisamoa. What a strange creature, but he remained very fitting for the realm in which he reigned. Her eyes focus on the odd shape of his face, the expression he wears somewhat soft.
Though, Taivas is unsure if she could call it soft.
The bones of his face were hard, like ill-crafted masonry. The skin stretched over it equally as rough, lending little to the feeling of soft. However, as he spoke, there was something that glossed over the edged portions of his face, smoothing them ever so slightly. The change in expression is so unfamiliar and drastic for all the imagery of Kisamoa in her head that even Taivas notices.
I am glad.
The girl did not know or understand why her opinion of the Rift would have such an effect. After all, she was one of many. She had accomplished nothing of note during her time here, certainly not enough to warrant value in the eyes of a demigod - or whatever he was. Still, none of the confusion appeared on her face. Impassive as always, not even the hint of a smile or surprise.
Then, nothing.
Silence begins to grow, as the shaman has never been one to make conversation on her own. Others might have used this opportunity to get to know the deity, to try to build some sort of relationship with the god or earn favor. Instead, the shaman's mind wanders to the Rift itself, to the mission of restoring what was apparently broken. She knew that Hope had been brought back into the realm, thanks to the combined efforts of many, but little else. Naturally, the desire to learn overwhelmed the typically quiet girl, albeit after a few awkward moments without conversation.
"What caused the Rift to begin to decay?" she asks, her eyes seeking to meet Kisamoa's. "If decay is even the proper term for what happened to this place."
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
