Solanis
12-24-2017, 07:32 PM
There is nothing you can do for me.
The sadness in his voice radiates in her own heart, and Taivas takes a long, solemn moment to look at the way the spine eats into his flesh. She closes her dark, starlit eyes and nods, accepting his words as the truth. Perhaps, if she had the same strength in her connection to the spirits of the Rift as she had in the Fields, she would be able to lend more aid. However, here she started back as an inept student - something that hurt her pride quite a lot.
Her skills had been nutured quickly, but now she wondered if her gifts with the Spirits were only due to the strength of her parents' connections with them. Now, in a new world under unfamiliar stars and spirits, she needed to forge her own path and learn to connect with them on her own.
That moment of insecurity is washed away when the rustle of grass beside her causes an ear to tilt sideways, the breathing pattern beside her familiar. Shocked, Taivas opens her eyes and swerves her head rather indelicately to look upon the now upright and more-or-less healthy figure of Waker. Her estimation that he was, in fact, taller than she was correct. His figure also held more healthy muscle tone than her own, suggesting his past few months or years had been spent under physical duress.
Taivas remembered the exhaustion that wracked his body just as roughly as the cold, and she wondered to herself what could possibly have been important enough to push yourself to that extent.
In her mind, she came to only one answer: family.
"You are well?" she asks her first official patient of the Rift, eyes already busy scanning him with cold precision for injury or undernourishment. She finds nothing, though he still appears wary to her.
Then, a girl pushes past the line before the strange, mangled god to stand before him. While Taivas had been more courageous than most to address him directly, this girl showed no fear or hesitation. Frankly, her attitude set the shaman's heart at ease, convincing her that the shadow before them was likable.
After the rest had trickled into the meeting, the strange god took time to explain his call to them. Taivas's brow knits in strange worry, but otherwise her expression remains calm and placid. Our world is dying. Dying. More disconcerting was the fact her addressed it as "our world", implying it was the home of everyone here... ever herself.
There is no returning, then, she wonders to herself, almost missing his bequeathing of the strange ball of light beside him. The light dances in front of her eyes, drawing her full attention for a moment and a dry smile to her face. "Hello, little one," she speaks to the ball of hope, extending a curved wing toward it in the air. She touches the fragile light and feels a comforting glow build in her heart.
Contented immediately despite the jarring notion she lived here, Taivas lets out a small, feminine sigh.
Perhaps together, we can save this place.
"Okay," she responds, looking at the odd conglomeration of a creature before her. "Thank you."
The sadness in his voice radiates in her own heart, and Taivas takes a long, solemn moment to look at the way the spine eats into his flesh. She closes her dark, starlit eyes and nods, accepting his words as the truth. Perhaps, if she had the same strength in her connection to the spirits of the Rift as she had in the Fields, she would be able to lend more aid. However, here she started back as an inept student - something that hurt her pride quite a lot.
Her skills had been nutured quickly, but now she wondered if her gifts with the Spirits were only due to the strength of her parents' connections with them. Now, in a new world under unfamiliar stars and spirits, she needed to forge her own path and learn to connect with them on her own.
That moment of insecurity is washed away when the rustle of grass beside her causes an ear to tilt sideways, the breathing pattern beside her familiar. Shocked, Taivas opens her eyes and swerves her head rather indelicately to look upon the now upright and more-or-less healthy figure of Waker. Her estimation that he was, in fact, taller than she was correct. His figure also held more healthy muscle tone than her own, suggesting his past few months or years had been spent under physical duress.
Taivas remembered the exhaustion that wracked his body just as roughly as the cold, and she wondered to herself what could possibly have been important enough to push yourself to that extent.
In her mind, she came to only one answer: family.
"You are well?" she asks her first official patient of the Rift, eyes already busy scanning him with cold precision for injury or undernourishment. She finds nothing, though he still appears wary to her.
Then, a girl pushes past the line before the strange, mangled god to stand before him. While Taivas had been more courageous than most to address him directly, this girl showed no fear or hesitation. Frankly, her attitude set the shaman's heart at ease, convincing her that the shadow before them was likable.
After the rest had trickled into the meeting, the strange god took time to explain his call to them. Taivas's brow knits in strange worry, but otherwise her expression remains calm and placid. Our world is dying. Dying. More disconcerting was the fact her addressed it as "our world", implying it was the home of everyone here... ever herself.
There is no returning, then, she wonders to herself, almost missing his bequeathing of the strange ball of light beside him. The light dances in front of her eyes, drawing her full attention for a moment and a dry smile to her face. "Hello, little one," she speaks to the ball of hope, extending a curved wing toward it in the air. She touches the fragile light and feels a comforting glow build in her heart.
Contented immediately despite the jarring notion she lived here, Taivas lets out a small, feminine sigh.
Perhaps together, we can save this place.
"Okay," she responds, looking at the odd conglomeration of a creature before her. "Thank you."
So seize the day 'Cause you have come so far
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Taivas
[ ooc - Asks @Waker if he is alright.
Talks to the little ball of hope.
Tells Kisamoa thank you. ]
