03-14-2018, 02:36 PM
Wound’s nerves begin to eat at her as they wait. She can hear a buzzing in her ears — one which doesn’t come from the chaotic symphony of the audience — and gives a shake of her head to rid herself of the noise. It persists regardless, as the competitors stand and wait for their host, only ceasing its annoyance when the Goddess appears and immediately pushes the contest onward.
The ground rolls in color beneath them to reveal a map of Beqanna. Wound can see Tephra’s island on one side of their arena and she can even spot her own silvery body as a dark pinprick on the arena’s portrayal on the map. Their host’s question causes Wound to think back to the stories her brothers had told her, in the deep swirl of forest and darkness.
The map shifts beneath her, causing her head to spin. She gasps, but her mind is already running back through Beqanna’s time. For a few moments she feels dramatically lost. But Wound finds the information she needs and catches ahold of it with a tight grip before she is whisked back to the present, gasping for air. Breathlessly, she replies, <b>“Lone Star, Banat er Rih, and Prelude are the historical figures you seek.”</b>
Words: 211.
The ground rolls in color beneath them to reveal a map of Beqanna. Wound can see Tephra’s island on one side of their arena and she can even spot her own silvery body as a dark pinprick on the arena’s portrayal on the map. Their host’s question causes Wound to think back to the stories her brothers had told her, in the deep swirl of forest and darkness.
The map shifts beneath her, causing her head to spin. She gasps, but her mind is already running back through Beqanna’s time. For a few moments she feels dramatically lost. But Wound finds the information she needs and catches ahold of it with a tight grip before she is whisked back to the present, gasping for air. Breathlessly, she replies, <b>“Lone Star, Banat er Rih, and Prelude are the historical figures you seek.”</b>
Words: 211.