Time—a fathom of something that gently cresses the mind day after day. It is a measurement to some, but to others time is everything or nothing. For Lucrezia, she had been one of the millions that had thought of nothing when it came to time. Time was simply an element of the world that she felt did not touch her. She had found herself invincible to all things that bounded the earth and cosmoses together into one being. However, she, has learned the importance of time like all others who will eventually learn this lesson.
Time is a valuable and significant matter to all aspects of life. It stretches through the earth into the stars, beyond galaxies and into other worlds. There is nothing that limits time, as if time itself is the very creator of all. Time controls everything in one way or another.
Like all others who have learned the importance of time, she has become a slave to it. Lucrezia knows there is a limit to all things now. She had once believed her life would standstill while she figured out her childish thoughts and questions to who she was. In the end, she had run out of time—selflessly thinking the world would wait for her—as she let the world run her home, the Deserts, into the very depths of the earth, covered by a flood. And yet, this time, she does not allow such ideal and fantasies hold her back.
Lucrezia puts her whole self into everything she does now in this new given life. She has let go of anything holding her back now—memories and thoughts of the old world. It is a process that has taken her years since the Reckoning has come, but she has found her strength within the very depths of her heart. Her soul, young and still learning, knows there will be set backs. Lucrezia, always and forever, is optimistic of this new life now. More than ever, she feels more aware of herself and time.
She had risen, like most days, in the early hours of the morning to make her way from Tephra to the field. Lucrezia had found herself in the deep rhythms of being a diplomat again. She had sunk into the old habits. It all had come back so easily to her. Overall, it was the very thing she needed to do and for the sake of her new home, Tephra.
Everything was for her home now.
When she arrives in the field, the morning air is crispy. She can feel the cold brush of the autumn wind running down her spine. It causes her body to shake and hair to stand. Her coat is rather thin due to the high temperatures living near hot springs and a small volcano. However, Lucrezia makes her way forward towards the waterfall in the distance. The cawing of crows this early morning is loud; she takes note of it. The grass feels dry and eventually, she knows, there will be little amount of food in Beqanna as winter comes. But she does not think of winter just yet, her mind is on finding anyone that is looking for a home.
But time itself had another plan.
Suddenly, the world stops around her.
She hears the cawing of birds come to a silence. The rushing of the waterfall, so close in distance now, down into the lake freezes. There is complete silence around her. It is a haunting feeling for just a moment, something eerie that reminds her of the forest that stands between the meadow and field. However, it reminds her the Chamber. Lucrezia then feels comfort, it consumes all the fear and haunting feel that took over her mind and heart.
Her nutmeg gaze, curiously, looks around. Lucrezia, more than ever, notices the very details of the world around her. Her eyes take in the way the water stands still, almost as if it is frozen in place (to some degree it is). She turns her eyes then to the land that stretches behind her. Her eyes take note of the few horses in the field that are coming out from their slumber. The flaming autumn trees grab her attention next and then the few crows stuck in the sky, attempting to fly away.
Lucrezia then turns around to face behind her.
All of a sudden the world moves again—time flows forward at a speed that cannot be measured. Lucrezia feels the air abruptly grow cold, the leaves plucked from the trees, and the grass now dry and brown beneath her hooves. Her eyes blink frantically, as her heart jumps into her throat and then drops into the pit of her stomach. “What the hell,” she whispers out loud, unsure of what exactly had happened just now.
She looks across the land, watching as everything dies in some sort of direction. The snow falling from the north then catches her attention. Lucrezia takes a step forward without thinking, an instinct of curiosity draws her forward. She takes another step forward and then another until all legs are moving across the dry, browned grass. Her pace picks up within moments as she is being lead towards some destination. Lucrezia does not question what she is following or where she is going. She has never asked such things before, always letting the hand of fate guide her.
Eventually, she sees a cave in the distance. She has never seen this cave before or the strange way that autumn still lingers around it. It was strange and exciting to see such a display of winter and autumn neck to neck. Her eyes light up with interest as she makes her way closer to the cave.
When she arrives at the cave, she pears at the painted trees of fire. The air is warmer here compared to the bitter cold winter she had been plunged into. Lucrezia does not linger long on the autumn scene as the glowing orbs floating at the mouth of the cave grab her attention. She considers the glowing orbs, questioning their ability to float without anything. It was astonishing, and she wonders for just a moment if someone might be playing a trick on her. Lucrezia’s eyes dart from side to side as she pears behind here.
There is a scream then!
Lucrezia turns her eyes back quickly to the mouth of the cave. She takes a couple steps forward, instinctively ready to help whoever or fight whatever made that horrible noise. Yet, there was no time to wait. Lucrezia quickly makes her way into the darkness of the cave. Her heart is beating fast, but there is excitement pumping through her blood. An adventure is just around the corner; she can feel it!
When she enters the cavern, it is dark. Her nutmeg eyes take a bit to adjust to the change of lightening. When her eyes adjust to the light, she notices the three pathways ahead of her. She considers the pathways for a few moments. They are quiet dark, she thinks. If anything good was to come from this, it seemed very far off. Lucrezia can feel a sense of fear creeping up her spine—it almost takes over her mind before the loud, screeching screams is heard more vividly this time.
Her eyes widen at the screams; their high pitched shrieks make her heart jump frantically. Lucrezia shakes her head, little such silly thoughts of fear fall away back into the shadows of her mind. The screams are coming again; it feels like all three pathways scream for help. Lucrezia sweeps her gaze across all the pathways again. She swallows the air hard, and quickly moves to the very left pathway. “I’m coming!” She screams back at the cries for help. Her hooves pound against the stone cavern floors, as the sound of her hooves echo through the left pathway.
Lucrezia must hurry.
Time is running out.
Time is a valuable and significant matter to all aspects of life. It stretches through the earth into the stars, beyond galaxies and into other worlds. There is nothing that limits time, as if time itself is the very creator of all. Time controls everything in one way or another.
Like all others who have learned the importance of time, she has become a slave to it. Lucrezia knows there is a limit to all things now. She had once believed her life would standstill while she figured out her childish thoughts and questions to who she was. In the end, she had run out of time—selflessly thinking the world would wait for her—as she let the world run her home, the Deserts, into the very depths of the earth, covered by a flood. And yet, this time, she does not allow such ideal and fantasies hold her back.
Lucrezia puts her whole self into everything she does now in this new given life. She has let go of anything holding her back now—memories and thoughts of the old world. It is a process that has taken her years since the Reckoning has come, but she has found her strength within the very depths of her heart. Her soul, young and still learning, knows there will be set backs. Lucrezia, always and forever, is optimistic of this new life now. More than ever, she feels more aware of herself and time.
She had risen, like most days, in the early hours of the morning to make her way from Tephra to the field. Lucrezia had found herself in the deep rhythms of being a diplomat again. She had sunk into the old habits. It all had come back so easily to her. Overall, it was the very thing she needed to do and for the sake of her new home, Tephra.
Everything was for her home now.
When she arrives in the field, the morning air is crispy. She can feel the cold brush of the autumn wind running down her spine. It causes her body to shake and hair to stand. Her coat is rather thin due to the high temperatures living near hot springs and a small volcano. However, Lucrezia makes her way forward towards the waterfall in the distance. The cawing of crows this early morning is loud; she takes note of it. The grass feels dry and eventually, she knows, there will be little amount of food in Beqanna as winter comes. But she does not think of winter just yet, her mind is on finding anyone that is looking for a home.
But time itself had another plan.
Suddenly, the world stops around her.
She hears the cawing of birds come to a silence. The rushing of the waterfall, so close in distance now, down into the lake freezes. There is complete silence around her. It is a haunting feeling for just a moment, something eerie that reminds her of the forest that stands between the meadow and field. However, it reminds her the Chamber. Lucrezia then feels comfort, it consumes all the fear and haunting feel that took over her mind and heart.
Her nutmeg gaze, curiously, looks around. Lucrezia, more than ever, notices the very details of the world around her. Her eyes take in the way the water stands still, almost as if it is frozen in place (to some degree it is). She turns her eyes then to the land that stretches behind her. Her eyes take note of the few horses in the field that are coming out from their slumber. The flaming autumn trees grab her attention next and then the few crows stuck in the sky, attempting to fly away.
Lucrezia then turns around to face behind her.
All of a sudden the world moves again—time flows forward at a speed that cannot be measured. Lucrezia feels the air abruptly grow cold, the leaves plucked from the trees, and the grass now dry and brown beneath her hooves. Her eyes blink frantically, as her heart jumps into her throat and then drops into the pit of her stomach. “What the hell,” she whispers out loud, unsure of what exactly had happened just now.
She looks across the land, watching as everything dies in some sort of direction. The snow falling from the north then catches her attention. Lucrezia takes a step forward without thinking, an instinct of curiosity draws her forward. She takes another step forward and then another until all legs are moving across the dry, browned grass. Her pace picks up within moments as she is being lead towards some destination. Lucrezia does not question what she is following or where she is going. She has never asked such things before, always letting the hand of fate guide her.
Eventually, she sees a cave in the distance. She has never seen this cave before or the strange way that autumn still lingers around it. It was strange and exciting to see such a display of winter and autumn neck to neck. Her eyes light up with interest as she makes her way closer to the cave.
When she arrives at the cave, she pears at the painted trees of fire. The air is warmer here compared to the bitter cold winter she had been plunged into. Lucrezia does not linger long on the autumn scene as the glowing orbs floating at the mouth of the cave grab her attention. She considers the glowing orbs, questioning their ability to float without anything. It was astonishing, and she wonders for just a moment if someone might be playing a trick on her. Lucrezia’s eyes dart from side to side as she pears behind here.
There is a scream then!
Lucrezia turns her eyes back quickly to the mouth of the cave. She takes a couple steps forward, instinctively ready to help whoever or fight whatever made that horrible noise. Yet, there was no time to wait. Lucrezia quickly makes her way into the darkness of the cave. Her heart is beating fast, but there is excitement pumping through her blood. An adventure is just around the corner; she can feel it!
When she enters the cavern, it is dark. Her nutmeg eyes take a bit to adjust to the change of lightening. When her eyes adjust to the light, she notices the three pathways ahead of her. She considers the pathways for a few moments. They are quiet dark, she thinks. If anything good was to come from this, it seemed very far off. Lucrezia can feel a sense of fear creeping up her spine—it almost takes over her mind before the loud, screeching screams is heard more vividly this time.
Her eyes widen at the screams; their high pitched shrieks make her heart jump frantically. Lucrezia shakes her head, little such silly thoughts of fear fall away back into the shadows of her mind. The screams are coming again; it feels like all three pathways scream for help. Lucrezia sweeps her gaze across all the pathways again. She swallows the air hard, and quickly moves to the very left pathway. “I’m coming!” She screams back at the cries for help. Her hooves pound against the stone cavern floors, as the sound of her hooves echo through the left pathway.
Lucrezia must hurry.
Time is running out.
OOC: Lucrezia went down the left pathway, and she would like a trait for a potential reward from the quest. Thank you!
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