05-18-2021, 09:01 PM
DECIMA
Decima had been…quietly experimenting with her abilities. The past wasn’t as difficult to figure out, it always had a somewhat hazy quality to it but she could easily tell that it was the past. It was hard to explain…but everything just felt concrete. The future, though. That was harder. Seeing the future was difficult. Everything was so shiny and constantly moving. The future was like a river that was always, always changing directions. But that hadn’t stopped her from looking. So she’d starting looking into her own future. Everything came in flickers. Some were quick, just colors. Sometimes she’d even think she could smell something. But every now and then she’d get a clear image, all of which she kept to herself. But the only recurring pattern she’d seen lately had been flashes of blues and greens and she knew now where she had seen them before.
It had been here.
This place. This moment.
So the girl registered no surprise at the sight of the sea and the lush tropical landscape, but stayed close to her sisters nonetheless. It was a welcome change from Pangea. Unlike her mother, Decima felt no loyalty to the sands. She was loyal only to her blood – to her sisters. Pangea was not her home. Her sisters are her home. Decima is not the sentimental type, not now as a child and she doubted she would grow to be as she aged. She could look, of course, but it would be an utter waste of energy.
She smiles as Maurtia immediately seeks out monsters and ghouls, clearly as unphased as she was by the move. Her white eyes seek Neuna, wondering idly what she thinks of this new development in the fabric of their lives. But for the most part, Decima stays quiet as they float across the sea.
They weren’t alone for long upon their arrival. Decima observed the woman who greeted them with curious eyes. And the girl, still very much a child yet not at all childlike, was the first to speak. “We live here now,” she said, simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Or we will. I’ve seen it.” She finished, confidently, sufficient that her explanation would be more than enough to convey some degree of understanding. She didn’t stop to think that this was, perhaps, a strange explanation coming from a child.
But such things didn’t bother Decima anyway.
It had been here.
This place. This moment.
So the girl registered no surprise at the sight of the sea and the lush tropical landscape, but stayed close to her sisters nonetheless. It was a welcome change from Pangea. Unlike her mother, Decima felt no loyalty to the sands. She was loyal only to her blood – to her sisters. Pangea was not her home. Her sisters are her home. Decima is not the sentimental type, not now as a child and she doubted she would grow to be as she aged. She could look, of course, but it would be an utter waste of energy.
She smiles as Maurtia immediately seeks out monsters and ghouls, clearly as unphased as she was by the move. Her white eyes seek Neuna, wondering idly what she thinks of this new development in the fabric of their lives. But for the most part, Decima stays quiet as they float across the sea.
They weren’t alone for long upon their arrival. Decima observed the woman who greeted them with curious eyes. And the girl, still very much a child yet not at all childlike, was the first to speak. “We live here now,” she said, simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Or we will. I’ve seen it.” She finished, confidently, sufficient that her explanation would be more than enough to convey some degree of understanding. She didn’t stop to think that this was, perhaps, a strange explanation coming from a child.
But such things didn’t bother Decima anyway.
