09-04-2016, 07:58 AM
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
Epithet
What would make the fairies do something so cruel? That was an easy thing to answer. Epithet shook her head, and leaned back to pick at some of the mud that was gathering on her shoulder blades while the others supposed for a bit as to what it could be. Gunsynd seemed to be aware of what was happening here, and so she listened to him. He mentioned magic, and her ears pricked, and she moved to face in his direction specifically—the pregnant male and his magic lover forgotten for the meantime. “The deep magic still exists here? Upon the top of that mountain?” Her eyes widened as she turned from all of them for the moment to view the mountain, the top of which was obscured from her vision by a swirling gas of purple and blue smoke. “I can hear it calling to me…” she says quietly. “It’s almost as if, it wants me to visit.”
She was not sure in that moment if she sounded crazy to just herself or all of them, but she was aware that among them, there was power yet still to be reckoned with. Gunny’s power was in the knowledge and wisdom that he possessed. He seemed very capable. Sahm—his power was obvious. Newton’s abilities were a little more hazed to her prevue, but under the protection of a man who loved him—and also possessed magic that she knew well and loved—he was not one to be forgotten either. She intended to get to know them better. Sahm was quiet, but his soul ran deep in the veins of this land, and she wanted to know what he knew. But for now, she feels that she has to state the obvious.
“I was born of this deep magic. In the Dale. Many years ago. I have only just returned here…and it seems that I am too late to do anything about this… this travesty.” She looked to Gunsynd. “Where do we begin?”
She was not sure in that moment if she sounded crazy to just herself or all of them, but she was aware that among them, there was power yet still to be reckoned with. Gunny’s power was in the knowledge and wisdom that he possessed. He seemed very capable. Sahm—his power was obvious. Newton’s abilities were a little more hazed to her prevue, but under the protection of a man who loved him—and also possessed magic that she knew well and loved—he was not one to be forgotten either. She intended to get to know them better. Sahm was quiet, but his soul ran deep in the veins of this land, and she wanted to know what he knew. But for now, she feels that she has to state the obvious.
“I was born of this deep magic. In the Dale. Many years ago. I have only just returned here…and it seems that I am too late to do anything about this… this travesty.” She looked to Gunsynd. “Where do we begin?”