07-31-2022, 11:35 PM
She is not upset by the destruction of Beqanna.
She knows that in order to rise from the ashes you must burn first.
But she is mildly inconvenienced by it.
Her home was gone, but she knew that nearly everyone was experiencing the same hardship, as they were left to crowd onto the scraps of land that were still standing. As someone that was not terribly keen on being in such close proximity to almost the entire population, this was not an ideal situation for her. The urge to remain in her phoenix form was tempting, nearly all consuming; a nagging prickle beneath her skin, an itch that demanded her attention.
She suppressed it, though, even if she was more than a little curious about the kingdom that supposedly existed in the clouds.
There was, after all, plenty to take in down here, especially when the chaos is still fresh.
This evening she finds herself in the place they had dubbed the Ruins, and despite the current lack of land, it still seemed quieter than the rest. It was a welcome respite from the frantic energy that had settled across everywhere else, and she could feel her chest loosen. With the tension she had not realized she was harboring eased away, her silver eyes find a lone figure in the distance, and she tilts her finely shaped head in contemplation. The quiet was nice, but company could be nice, too.
She draws closer, her silver brindling shimmering in the moonlight with every easy step, until she is close enough to say, “It’s a bit tragic that now the most peaceful place in Beqanna is the part known as the ruins, isn’t it?”
She knows that in order to rise from the ashes you must burn first.
But she is mildly inconvenienced by it.
Her home was gone, but she knew that nearly everyone was experiencing the same hardship, as they were left to crowd onto the scraps of land that were still standing. As someone that was not terribly keen on being in such close proximity to almost the entire population, this was not an ideal situation for her. The urge to remain in her phoenix form was tempting, nearly all consuming; a nagging prickle beneath her skin, an itch that demanded her attention.
She suppressed it, though, even if she was more than a little curious about the kingdom that supposedly existed in the clouds.
There was, after all, plenty to take in down here, especially when the chaos is still fresh.
This evening she finds herself in the place they had dubbed the Ruins, and despite the current lack of land, it still seemed quieter than the rest. It was a welcome respite from the frantic energy that had settled across everywhere else, and she could feel her chest loosen. With the tension she had not realized she was harboring eased away, her silver eyes find a lone figure in the distance, and she tilts her finely shaped head in contemplation. The quiet was nice, but company could be nice, too.
She draws closer, her silver brindling shimmering in the moonlight with every easy step, until she is close enough to say, “It’s a bit tragic that now the most peaceful place in Beqanna is the part known as the ruins, isn’t it?”
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