The Pinnacle
05-02-2018, 09:00 PM
She remained watchful, listening as others danced and stood in awe of what was happening, murmuring along with one another at the great presence among them. She knew not to let it get to her head, but her smoking eyes still slid to Kisamoa – a hint of sadness and sorrow passed through that gaze as the tension radiated from the other creature. She let her eyes linger a few moments longer to note the vibrating rage that emulated from the dark king of the land before her arrival.
But then Hope’s eyes left him as he stared, glaring at the Matron while Hope surveyed the inhabitants below her. And quietly, as they continued to talk among themselves, she found her bones aching to speak to Kisamoa, to tell him that it wasn’t the Matron’s fault. For the poor creature had no idea what slumbered within the Pinnacle, only that something did, and it was Kisamoa with the first lonely hopelight that had brought this all together.
So she picked up her heavy copper hued legs and made her way through the crowd toward the mismatched creature and looked upon him, dipping her own antlered head in greeting specifically for him, before lowering her head slightly. ”Do not place the blame on the Matron. She did not know.” She offered Kisamoa quietly, hoping no prying ears would hear. ”She only knew that something slumbered here, and thought by chance the lights that you found would help wake me. She managed to guess correctly. And I am not here to steal anything from you – we have the same purpose, you and I. Two sides of the same coin, if you will.” She attempted to offer him a small grin before reaching out and pressing her velvet muzzle to his shoulder, radiating a gentle caress into his vibrating pelt before stepping back and surveying the crowd. Indeed in the time their orbs had traveled and danced about her head, they spoke of their creation, of their adventures, their attempts to wake her all because of Kisamoa. And she wanted to make sure the Rift inhabitants knew that.
”You all have done well, but it was not entirely you that had woken me. Were it not for him –“ She gestured with a tilt of her heavy head to Kisamoa beside her. ”All would be lost. So I personally thank you, Kisamoa, for being the first snowflake to start the snowball.” She beamed before turning back to the crowd, flashing them a dazzling smile. ”Lastly, you have no need for these orbs anymore, but they will still remain a part of you. I hope you don’t mind.” Hope offered in her sweet voice as her eyes glowed brighter and the orbs that danced at everyone’s hips both here and far grew sporadic, wiggling about until they slammed themselves into their carriers, imbuing them with a small palm-sized glowing marking wherever they hit in whatever shape they chose. Then, she turned to Kisamoa and grinned once more before simply vanishing much like he did in the light folds of the world.
“Talk.”
But then Hope’s eyes left him as he stared, glaring at the Matron while Hope surveyed the inhabitants below her. And quietly, as they continued to talk among themselves, she found her bones aching to speak to Kisamoa, to tell him that it wasn’t the Matron’s fault. For the poor creature had no idea what slumbered within the Pinnacle, only that something did, and it was Kisamoa with the first lonely hopelight that had brought this all together.
So she picked up her heavy copper hued legs and made her way through the crowd toward the mismatched creature and looked upon him, dipping her own antlered head in greeting specifically for him, before lowering her head slightly. ”Do not place the blame on the Matron. She did not know.” She offered Kisamoa quietly, hoping no prying ears would hear. ”She only knew that something slumbered here, and thought by chance the lights that you found would help wake me. She managed to guess correctly. And I am not here to steal anything from you – we have the same purpose, you and I. Two sides of the same coin, if you will.” She attempted to offer him a small grin before reaching out and pressing her velvet muzzle to his shoulder, radiating a gentle caress into his vibrating pelt before stepping back and surveying the crowd. Indeed in the time their orbs had traveled and danced about her head, they spoke of their creation, of their adventures, their attempts to wake her all because of Kisamoa. And she wanted to make sure the Rift inhabitants knew that.
”You all have done well, but it was not entirely you that had woken me. Were it not for him –“ She gestured with a tilt of her heavy head to Kisamoa beside her. ”All would be lost. So I personally thank you, Kisamoa, for being the first snowflake to start the snowball.” She beamed before turning back to the crowd, flashing them a dazzling smile. ”Lastly, you have no need for these orbs anymore, but they will still remain a part of you. I hope you don’t mind.” Hope offered in her sweet voice as her eyes glowed brighter and the orbs that danced at everyone’s hips both here and far grew sporadic, wiggling about until they slammed themselves into their carriers, imbuing them with a small palm-sized glowing marking wherever they hit in whatever shape they chose. Then, she turned to Kisamoa and grinned once more before simply vanishing much like he did in the light folds of the world.
“Talk.”
HOPE
changes everything
changes everything
Your Pieces of Hope no longer float with you! Instead, they have collided with you all and left behind a palm-sized marking that glows. Where it hits and what its shape is, is up to you. But it will be recorded in the records as a “Glowing palm-sized Piece of Hope marking.” You can describe the shape and location of this marking in your profiles! :)
HOPE CHANGES EVERYTHING
