12-22-2015, 04:48 PM
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
It has been a long since she’s shown her face in Beqanna. She’s always lurking somewhere. It’s what magicians do, after all. They don’t die. They simply disappear and lurk. But someone said war, and of course she showed her head. Things get boring when you live forever and all, and though she has an infinite number of ways to pass the time, eventually company is a nice thing.
So she came back. Of course she did.
But first, she comes to the meadow, where there’s a boy playing with his new found skill and discovery of Christmas. Evrae, being Evrae, knows all about Christmas. She knows all about everything, because she can, and she spends her time flipping from one world to the next when she’s terribly bored. Unlike Yael, she has never found herself tethered to just one world. What a terribly small world. But then again, Evrae has been alive much longer. Eventually your world needs to expand.
Weir brings snow and snowball fights. Yael grows food throughout. Evrae hasn’t actually appeared yet, and doesn’t until Brennen adds a world of ice to the playground. Yes, at this point, it’s a playground built for adults and children alike. And then finally, she reveals herself. Inevitably, she is entirely red with a white mane and tail. A bit Santa Claus like, obviously. Why? Because she can. That’s always been her reason.
“You are never too old to play, Brennen,” she says, her voice floating through the air with amusement. After all, she’s older than all of them. Oh, but you’d never know. Unless you know she’s an original Carnage granddaughter. That should tell you something, anyway.
Then the trees begin to grow. Tall, impossible evergreens in the middle of the meadow. Next she strings them with lights and ornaments of every shape and size. Gifts pop up beneath the trees, though she admits they are filled with nothing but grass. She’s vaguely tempted to fill them with fake snakes, but you know, at least grass tastes good. And they are gifts for others, not for her. If they were for her, they would all be filled with fake snakes.
“Evrae,” she says, just in case they don’t know. But they should probably know.
So she came back. Of course she did.
But first, she comes to the meadow, where there’s a boy playing with his new found skill and discovery of Christmas. Evrae, being Evrae, knows all about Christmas. She knows all about everything, because she can, and she spends her time flipping from one world to the next when she’s terribly bored. Unlike Yael, she has never found herself tethered to just one world. What a terribly small world. But then again, Evrae has been alive much longer. Eventually your world needs to expand.
Weir brings snow and snowball fights. Yael grows food throughout. Evrae hasn’t actually appeared yet, and doesn’t until Brennen adds a world of ice to the playground. Yes, at this point, it’s a playground built for adults and children alike. And then finally, she reveals herself. Inevitably, she is entirely red with a white mane and tail. A bit Santa Claus like, obviously. Why? Because she can. That’s always been her reason.
“You are never too old to play, Brennen,” she says, her voice floating through the air with amusement. After all, she’s older than all of them. Oh, but you’d never know. Unless you know she’s an original Carnage granddaughter. That should tell you something, anyway.
Then the trees begin to grow. Tall, impossible evergreens in the middle of the meadow. Next she strings them with lights and ornaments of every shape and size. Gifts pop up beneath the trees, though she admits they are filled with nothing but grass. She’s vaguely tempted to fill them with fake snakes, but you know, at least grass tastes good. And they are gifts for others, not for her. If they were for her, they would all be filled with fake snakes.
“Evrae,” she says, just in case they don’t know. But they should probably know.
From what i've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.