03-25-2024, 12:19 PM
She hadn’t thought about where she is going.
The Moon had put Demi in this form very recently, he realizes. That is what She had shown him. Demi, her chosen, taking to an equine form.
‘Quite honestly, I didn’t think I’d get this far’.
It is clear She meant for Ruhr to meet her. He was needed somehow, as he had once been needed in the Chamber. That path had been easy to follow from the beginning. That Chosen had commanded as easily as she breathed.
As Ruhr’s blue eyes travel down the line of Demi’s ruby face, he wonders if that command is somewhere beneath the childlike wonder, or if the chosen of the Moon are as varied as Her faces.
“Thank you,” Ruhr replies, offering her a nod of his head. It feels too informal, but he reminds himself that it is better than nothing. She’s agreed to let him come along with her, and he’s silently sworn himself to her service as long as she has need of him.
“I live wherever the Moon shines,” He answers, but to the rest he is less abstract in his reply: “I was a shifter once, but my Moon’s gifts are different now. They showed me you.” He explains, thinking of her face in the moonlit pool. The Moon had showed her to him, had brought about this meeting. Perhaps Demi does not fully understand that, new to this form and uninitiated as she is, but that is unimportant. Ruhr knows, and he carries out Her will.
“I will go where you go,” he adds, “For as long as you will have me, or until She commands otherwise.” There is certainty in his tone, and a steadiness in his oft-shifting eyes. He would have followed her even if she’d declined, says that steadiness, if that is what the Moon wanted. But she’d acquiesced, and so Ruhr’s often somber expression is tilted up now in a smile.
@Demi
The Moon had put Demi in this form very recently, he realizes. That is what She had shown him. Demi, her chosen, taking to an equine form.
‘Quite honestly, I didn’t think I’d get this far’.
It is clear She meant for Ruhr to meet her. He was needed somehow, as he had once been needed in the Chamber. That path had been easy to follow from the beginning. That Chosen had commanded as easily as she breathed.
As Ruhr’s blue eyes travel down the line of Demi’s ruby face, he wonders if that command is somewhere beneath the childlike wonder, or if the chosen of the Moon are as varied as Her faces.
“Thank you,” Ruhr replies, offering her a nod of his head. It feels too informal, but he reminds himself that it is better than nothing. She’s agreed to let him come along with her, and he’s silently sworn himself to her service as long as she has need of him.
“I live wherever the Moon shines,” He answers, but to the rest he is less abstract in his reply: “I was a shifter once, but my Moon’s gifts are different now. They showed me you.” He explains, thinking of her face in the moonlit pool. The Moon had showed her to him, had brought about this meeting. Perhaps Demi does not fully understand that, new to this form and uninitiated as she is, but that is unimportant. Ruhr knows, and he carries out Her will.
“I will go where you go,” he adds, “For as long as you will have me, or until She commands otherwise.” There is certainty in his tone, and a steadiness in his oft-shifting eyes. He would have followed her even if she’d declined, says that steadiness, if that is what the Moon wanted. But she’d acquiesced, and so Ruhr’s often somber expression is tilted up now in a smile.
@Demi