08-31-2024, 01:28 PM
Myrna has not sought out the Stratosian, but she catches sight of him most days as he wheels overhead, circling and spinning through the cloudless autumn sky. Some of the tales he’d told her of his gift have been proven true as time passes, and she’d watched as his colorful coat grew paler and more dappled by the day.
Is he aging, though? She cannot confirm that, not from where she stands on the grassy hill near the center of the Gates.
She could join him, she thinks, and find the answer.
Should join him even. There are things she must tell him, and there are things that she wonders about asking him. Or perhaps asking the Moon.
Myrna shakes her golden head at the thought. Scoffing at her folly, she drops her gaze from the sky. No one can speak with the moon. Perhaps Ruhr had been truthful about the magic tying his color - and perhaps aging - to the moon, but he’d only been telling stories when it came to his visions.
Her gaze continues to fall, eventually landing on the long grasses that sway in the late autumn breeze. Her stomach growls at the sight of it, and soon she is devouring a second breakfast to satisfy both her own hunger and that of the life growing within her.
ooc: technically she should have already had the twins but time is fake so she's still newly preggo. open to anyone!
Is he aging, though? She cannot confirm that, not from where she stands on the grassy hill near the center of the Gates.
She could join him, she thinks, and find the answer.
Should join him even. There are things she must tell him, and there are things that she wonders about asking him. Or perhaps asking the Moon.
Myrna shakes her golden head at the thought. Scoffing at her folly, she drops her gaze from the sky. No one can speak with the moon. Perhaps Ruhr had been truthful about the magic tying his color - and perhaps aging - to the moon, but he’d only been telling stories when it came to his visions.
Her gaze continues to fall, eventually landing on the long grasses that sway in the late autumn breeze. Her stomach growls at the sight of it, and soon she is devouring a second breakfast to satisfy both her own hunger and that of the life growing within her.
ooc: technically she should have already had the twins but time is fake so she's still newly preggo. open to anyone!