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[Ajatar]

ajatar

devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest;
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.

Time passes.
Pangea is gone.

Where there once stood land is now empty, slipped effortlessly into the sea. Ajatar watched through clouded eyes as the kingdom that spat in the face of the fairies disappeared into the great abyss and left nothing behind. She was smart to outrun it - were others? Did her mother remain a drowned goddess below the waves?

She can only hope.

But she's free, isn't she? Perhaps Harmonia will think her dead, too, and with that thought Ajatar turns on her heels and kicks it into the distance. She'll go as far as she can and rest, then go further, then rest - then...

The meadow, she supposes. Where she sets her quiet mind down to graze.