04-23-2024, 12:14 AM
She has her assumptions and they spread warmth through her heart while she waits, wrapped in delightful fantasies of getting to steal away this sister just like Beyza had stolen them - to whisk her away to her mother and sisters and introduce her to the life she knew.
Reality appears, blinking into existence beside her.
Of course Maurtia sees it right away - the cobbled together pieces of what could have been her and her sisters. The white, grey, and black skin stretched over a skeleton, crafting a body so obviously falling apart. She feels like she has peered into an alternate universe - or perhaps the very far future, where she and her sisters had passed into the afterlife and their father had finally had his chance to spend time with them, so he pieced them together.
This thought, while horrific, actually settles her mind. Although she greatly enjoys being her own self, being wrapped up together with her sisters would not be so bad of a fate.
So she smiles at Miseria - reaching her pearlescent black nose towards a wretched, bloody black one. She doesn’t mind the smell, the aura of death that radiates outward in waves and screams (it is, after all - part of her too. A second family, that other-world that she has in common with this sister and that father and not with the others). Maurtia already absolutely loves her little sister with a certainty that matches the one that tells her Beyza, and perhaps the others too, would be horrified about this development. The glowing white skin, in particular being so close to Neuna, is haunting.
And this simple, effervescent necromancer doesn’t hesitate with her love for it. “Sister.” She coos out gently, white eyes dancing.
Her views on Jamie, however, continue to be muddled - she is both fascinated and disgusted by this display. The power needed to craft life from the shattered pieces of death, and not just the animations that Maurtia plays with, is incredible but there’s that uncomfortable current she doesn’t know quite what to do with. This is not a compliment, not a kindness, in any shape. Even as Maurtia clearly reacts positively towards this sister.
Reality appears, blinking into existence beside her.
Of course Maurtia sees it right away - the cobbled together pieces of what could have been her and her sisters. The white, grey, and black skin stretched over a skeleton, crafting a body so obviously falling apart. She feels like she has peered into an alternate universe - or perhaps the very far future, where she and her sisters had passed into the afterlife and their father had finally had his chance to spend time with them, so he pieced them together.
This thought, while horrific, actually settles her mind. Although she greatly enjoys being her own self, being wrapped up together with her sisters would not be so bad of a fate.
So she smiles at Miseria - reaching her pearlescent black nose towards a wretched, bloody black one. She doesn’t mind the smell, the aura of death that radiates outward in waves and screams (it is, after all - part of her too. A second family, that other-world that she has in common with this sister and that father and not with the others). Maurtia already absolutely loves her little sister with a certainty that matches the one that tells her Beyza, and perhaps the others too, would be horrified about this development. The glowing white skin, in particular being so close to Neuna, is haunting.
And this simple, effervescent necromancer doesn’t hesitate with her love for it. “Sister.” She coos out gently, white eyes dancing.
Her views on Jamie, however, continue to be muddled - she is both fascinated and disgusted by this display. The power needed to craft life from the shattered pieces of death, and not just the animations that Maurtia plays with, is incredible but there’s that uncomfortable current she doesn’t know quite what to do with. This is not a compliment, not a kindness, in any shape. Even as Maurtia clearly reacts positively towards this sister.
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