Ruhr
07-27-2024, 08:04 AM
There is not a place for a creature like Zohariel in Ruhr’s understanding of the cosmos, and he continues to stare at her with unwavering focus. It is the hesitation in her voiced thanks that shakes him from his trance, forces him to process what he sees rather than simply marvel at it.
Her smile remains, not quite as easy as a moment earlier, and though she looks just as Ruhr imagines the Moon given flesh might look, she does not act at all like the Moon acts. She glows, and yet her light is visible on his own white legs, and he suspects it illuminates the aged planes of his feathered face, the grey hair and faded feathers that mark him an old man beneath the full Moon. Old for now, at least, until the moon begins to wane and the years will fall away.
“You look so like someone I know. Knew. ” The stallion shakes his head, the self-correction quick and unremarkable. “Sorry for being strange. I’m Ruhr of Stratos, Diviner of the Moon and Futures.”
@Zohariel
Her smile remains, not quite as easy as a moment earlier, and though she looks just as Ruhr imagines the Moon given flesh might look, she does not act at all like the Moon acts. She glows, and yet her light is visible on his own white legs, and he suspects it illuminates the aged planes of his feathered face, the grey hair and faded feathers that mark him an old man beneath the full Moon. Old for now, at least, until the moon begins to wane and the years will fall away.
“You look so like someone I know. Knew. ” The stallion shakes his head, the self-correction quick and unremarkable. “Sorry for being strange. I’m Ruhr of Stratos, Diviner of the Moon and Futures.”
@Zohariel