Ultima
12-29-2017, 04:23 AM
She does not understand.
Taivas listens with ears turned toward the mare, but eyes looking into the distant ocean, miles away. The rant goes on for an impressive amount of time, but if the shaman was upset by the biting tone, there was no outward sign. Her face is that of a placid lake, unmoved and glassy, not even a ripple to be seen as the words thrown in her face are absorbed without much effort.
One word eventually does draw her immediate attention, however, forcing her face to turn and look at Aurelia with the most urgency that had been shown since their meeting a few minutes before. Helovians. Still, she politely waits for the miniature rant of the other to finish. "You are Helovian?" she asks, her voice tight but otherwise neutral. The implications of her words, putting Helovians in the past tense of their actions, suggested the land no longer existed. She wondered if the world fell to the same fate as her mother's first home in Isilme, being usurped by the shades of the vengeful dead. "What befell the land? Why are you here?"
She does not ask how to get back there, for the reason for Aurelia's leaving might prevent her from returning, even if the shaman had a hope of exiting this place. The Rift seemed to spin you in circles if you tried to pass its borders, landing you back in the direction you came with no explicable reason.
"You misunderstand, anyway," the shaman replies after allowing a few moments for the haughty mare to explain what happened to the former home of her own mother. "I never said to simply survive." Her voice is soft but heavy, carrying the best she could the important tone of her mentors back home, trying to emulate their authority. "From each of us, by our own skill and ability." She looks at her with strangely sharp eyes for the almost always emotionless and peaceful mare. Something about this golden pegasus made her want to light a fire in her heart, for maybe then she would not have to repeat herself.
"My skill is to heal wounded flesh, not to repair sickly trees and rampant weather," her voice returns to being monotone and quiet, eyes returning back to watch the glittering patterns of the waves above their heads as the sun dances upon them. "Yet, we all have different strengths. If we live and prosper here in this world, we will change it. Bringing life into the face of certain death - to bring light into the darkness."
She smiles then, a tiny pull of her lips.
"If you find a light in the darkness, it is the warmest and brightest light there is, they say."
Taivas listens with ears turned toward the mare, but eyes looking into the distant ocean, miles away. The rant goes on for an impressive amount of time, but if the shaman was upset by the biting tone, there was no outward sign. Her face is that of a placid lake, unmoved and glassy, not even a ripple to be seen as the words thrown in her face are absorbed without much effort.
One word eventually does draw her immediate attention, however, forcing her face to turn and look at Aurelia with the most urgency that had been shown since their meeting a few minutes before. Helovians. Still, she politely waits for the miniature rant of the other to finish. "You are Helovian?" she asks, her voice tight but otherwise neutral. The implications of her words, putting Helovians in the past tense of their actions, suggested the land no longer existed. She wondered if the world fell to the same fate as her mother's first home in Isilme, being usurped by the shades of the vengeful dead. "What befell the land? Why are you here?"
She does not ask how to get back there, for the reason for Aurelia's leaving might prevent her from returning, even if the shaman had a hope of exiting this place. The Rift seemed to spin you in circles if you tried to pass its borders, landing you back in the direction you came with no explicable reason.
"You misunderstand, anyway," the shaman replies after allowing a few moments for the haughty mare to explain what happened to the former home of her own mother. "I never said to simply survive." Her voice is soft but heavy, carrying the best she could the important tone of her mentors back home, trying to emulate their authority. "From each of us, by our own skill and ability." She looks at her with strangely sharp eyes for the almost always emotionless and peaceful mare. Something about this golden pegasus made her want to light a fire in her heart, for maybe then she would not have to repeat herself.
"My skill is to heal wounded flesh, not to repair sickly trees and rampant weather," her voice returns to being monotone and quiet, eyes returning back to watch the glittering patterns of the waves above their heads as the sun dances upon them. "Yet, we all have different strengths. If we live and prosper here in this world, we will change it. Bringing life into the face of certain death - to bring light into the darkness."
She smiles then, a tiny pull of her lips.
"If you find a light in the darkness, it is the warmest and brightest light there is, they say."
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
