Siren's Summit
12-30-2017, 06:39 PM
this is fact not fiction, should have held them in your lungs.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
Thankfully, her company appears more adept at conversation than Taivas herself.
He introduces himself as Rixen, and the girl does not recognize the name - not that she expected to. He directly asks her for her name, something the mare herself had never been forward enough to do for others. "Taivas," she responds, her voice sounding light and airy, much like the sky she was named after.
His attention wanes from the shaman and reattunes to the stones, her own starlit eyes following his. She wonders again if he actually might know how to read them, but the murmur which escapes his lips, seemingly unbidden, answers the question she never says aloud. He did not know either, and so another mystery of the Rift is to live on in their minds, slowly gnawing and garnering curiosity from the new arrivals. At least, she assumed he was a new arrival.
Most everyone was, that she had encountered thus far.
He wonders on their meaning, but the shaman suspects they, like many monuments of this level of grandeur, are to pay respects to whatever higher power their creators believed in. A sacred place, meant for prayer or meditation or understanding. The possibility of them being anything other than religious relics does not occur to the girl, but this is her own special sort of ignorance. In the Fields, their lore revolved around their appreciation of the spirits, the sky and the stars, and while there existed more cultural depth, most of it was painted by the philosophies taught about spirits and the power of the sky.
It becomes obvious that his murmurings expected an answer, but only after several moments of awkward silence begin to pour between them. The shaman blinks rather suddenly, but otherwise her face is calm and still as ever. "Ah," she stammers out of her mouth, a plain syllable before launching into more eloquent speech. "I would assume a spiritual relic of some kind. The energy here is strong but peaceful, which is rare in the Rift."
Of course, he can believe her or not. After her encounter with Aurelia, Taivas began to understand that not everyone understood the world the same way she had been taught to. Her gentle heart felt the world more keenly and on different levels, it seemed, though she had lost much of her sensitivity coming over into this new realm. The spirits here were largely unfamiliar to her, though, so it made sense that they would be less inclined to call out to her.
"A former burial place, perhaps."
He introduces himself as Rixen, and the girl does not recognize the name - not that she expected to. He directly asks her for her name, something the mare herself had never been forward enough to do for others. "Taivas," she responds, her voice sounding light and airy, much like the sky she was named after.
His attention wanes from the shaman and reattunes to the stones, her own starlit eyes following his. She wonders again if he actually might know how to read them, but the murmur which escapes his lips, seemingly unbidden, answers the question she never says aloud. He did not know either, and so another mystery of the Rift is to live on in their minds, slowly gnawing and garnering curiosity from the new arrivals. At least, she assumed he was a new arrival.
Most everyone was, that she had encountered thus far.
He wonders on their meaning, but the shaman suspects they, like many monuments of this level of grandeur, are to pay respects to whatever higher power their creators believed in. A sacred place, meant for prayer or meditation or understanding. The possibility of them being anything other than religious relics does not occur to the girl, but this is her own special sort of ignorance. In the Fields, their lore revolved around their appreciation of the spirits, the sky and the stars, and while there existed more cultural depth, most of it was painted by the philosophies taught about spirits and the power of the sky.
It becomes obvious that his murmurings expected an answer, but only after several moments of awkward silence begin to pour between them. The shaman blinks rather suddenly, but otherwise her face is calm and still as ever. "Ah," she stammers out of her mouth, a plain syllable before launching into more eloquent speech. "I would assume a spiritual relic of some kind. The energy here is strong but peaceful, which is rare in the Rift."
Of course, he can believe her or not. After her encounter with Aurelia, Taivas began to understand that not everyone understood the world the same way she had been taught to. Her gentle heart felt the world more keenly and on different levels, it seemed, though she had lost much of her sensitivity coming over into this new realm. The spirits here were largely unfamiliar to her, though, so it made sense that they would be less inclined to call out to her.
"A former burial place, perhaps."
taivas.
