is this the end of everything?
STRAIA
or is it just a new way to bleed?
She chuckles slightly, so much herself in that moment. It is good to see him, to see some piece of her old life. It is not quite the same as being reunited with Weed, who will forever set her on fire. But Warship had been a far more permanent piece of her life, someone she had both respected and trusted. ”Haven’t I always been?” she teases, knowing there’s no romance there but certainly capable of playing a bit. She has always been a needling brat, in some small regard (how long ago that feels though; centuries and lifetimes). Still, there is some truth to it. She may be plain by Beqanna’s standards now, but she has not ceased to be beautiful in that wild, impossible way of hers.
At his next comment she laughs outright, eyes sparkling with that old familiar mischief. ”Can you tell me it wasn’t worth it, though?” They had brought Beqanna to its knees, all bowing before the might of the Chamber. The other kingdoms would beg to differ, but she’d brought them exactly where she’d wanted them.
As he speaks, she sobers slightly, her smile returning to that sly crook of the mouth as he mentions that the Chamber is not entirely dead. ”When I came back, my magic had changed. I can only assume Beqanna herself gave me such a gift, for I can feel the heartbeat of this place. With me came a version of the burning prophecy tree. It not longer shows the future, but gives traits. Still, it is a piece of the Chamber that lives. The waterfall of the Falls is back as well, tied to Nikkai.” Anatomy, Craft and Starlace had brought something that was theirs, rather than a kingdom’s, though. But Straia had never truly been more than the Chamber.
She steps back slightly, calling to the magic that runs in her veins. The fog parts easily, the veil so very thin, as if it had just been waiting for the right hoof to push it aside. There is a clear path for him to step through.
At his next comment she laughs outright, eyes sparkling with that old familiar mischief. ”Can you tell me it wasn’t worth it, though?” They had brought Beqanna to its knees, all bowing before the might of the Chamber. The other kingdoms would beg to differ, but she’d brought them exactly where she’d wanted them.
As he speaks, she sobers slightly, her smile returning to that sly crook of the mouth as he mentions that the Chamber is not entirely dead. ”When I came back, my magic had changed. I can only assume Beqanna herself gave me such a gift, for I can feel the heartbeat of this place. With me came a version of the burning prophecy tree. It not longer shows the future, but gives traits. Still, it is a piece of the Chamber that lives. The waterfall of the Falls is back as well, tied to Nikkai.” Anatomy, Craft and Starlace had brought something that was theirs, rather than a kingdom’s, though. But Straia had never truly been more than the Chamber.
She steps back slightly, calling to the magic that runs in her veins. The fog parts easily, the veil so very thin, as if it had just been waiting for the right hoof to push it aside. There is a clear path for him to step through.
@[Warship]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission