Change!
Again and again the world changes. A mountaintop crumbles, a land sinks, another one rises, darkness falls like a curtain, worlds crumble. Again and again and again until she can hardly keep it straight.
But she likes it. Because she changes, too. Her change is slow, and often cumbersome – how often she dreams of her, how terribly often – but it occurs. There is still a frailty to her, in a certain light – when you look past the lighting that crackles around her, look deeper into the part of her that once stood in the river and first began to fall in love, or deeper still to the girl who’d been a dark god’s prisoner – but she has worked to shield those parts of her, to encase them in the years so that their ache dulls. And it does dull, eventually. Decades will do that.
On the outside, she is the same. Ageless in her form, her face, a bright silver woman with lightning all across her body, crackling as she moves. She likes the noise of it, likes the prickle of it on her skin. She likes the constant reminder of her power; of the things she can do.
She does not head for any of the kingdoms. She has never been one for such things.
She goes instead to a familiar place, though it too, she is sure, has changed.
I’ll touch you all and make damn sure
Cordis
that no one touches me