11-05-2019, 02:20 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#000b1b1b', endColorstr='#040309',GradientType=0 );}.oriash_loweredhorns_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 450px;top: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 20;color: #415971;border-top: 2px solid #112331;}.oriash_loweredhorns_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;color: rgba(217, 231, 242, 0.6);font: 12px 'Poiret One', sans-serif;letter-spacing: 2px;text-align: center;padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 20px;}.oriash_loweredhorns_name {position: absolute;top: 325px;z-index: 15;right: 175px;bottom: 60px;color: #112331;text-shadow: 0 0 5px #C1C2C4;font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive;letter-spacing: 2px;}</style><center><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_background"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_container"><img style="width:550px;border-radius: 50px 50px 0 0;" src="https://k.nickpic.host/bztFVD.jpg"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_gradient"></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_name">Oriash</p><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_message"><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote" style="margin-top:-10px;">they promised that dreams can come true</p><p>Ori <i>knows</i> that she doesn’t know her mother. That’s the part that stings the most, the fact that her mother couldn’t be bothered to stick around for her two month old, defenseless child. It is also this fact that is not well known in Beqanna, it is the damning piece of evidence that Ori keeps to herself. She leaves her mother’s legacy intact, a thing that was not shining but was not tarnished either.
It’s not something she can expect anyone else to understand though, given that she has never explained it. Perhaps Dawn would, given that Dawn had been the one to find Ori on the beach waiting to die or to be swept into the ocean that day so long ago. Dawn had saved her then, but there are days Ori wonders what she had been saved for. What was she doing with this life? Nothing. And she didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
<i>You already know I’m not,</i> comes the reply, late but finally out in the air. It hangs there, the truth, heavy and weighted. <font color=#a1abb5> “Yea, but you needed to say it aloud.”</font> To say the truth was to face it. Maybe that is part of why Ori never talks of her mother’s. To speak of them is to face the truth of what they did to her. Solace was dying, and Solace had found her. But Kagerus? Kagerus had just left, had not cared. Had she cared for Ori’s siblings? Not that the girl would ever know, because she doesn’t even know her siblings except Aegan, who is rarely around.
Then, <i>are you?</i>, and somehow that question hangs even heavier. <font color=#a1abb5> “No,”</font> she admits, voice quiet but firm. Truth. One small taste of it, anyway. A beginning and a peace offering, truth for truth. <font color=#a1abb5> “But let’s get you off this mountain, huh? Where’s home?”</font> Ori takes a step forward and then another, wing opening wide in a friendly gesture to encourage Eurwen to take a step down, hoping it’s enough. One step. Then another.
</p></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote">but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.</p></div></div></center>
@[Eurwen] well I'm slow too...
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#000b1b1b', endColorstr='#040309',GradientType=0 );}.oriash_loweredhorns_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 450px;top: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 20;color: #415971;border-top: 2px solid #112331;}.oriash_loweredhorns_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;color: rgba(217, 231, 242, 0.6);font: 12px 'Poiret One', sans-serif;letter-spacing: 2px;text-align: center;padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 20px;}.oriash_loweredhorns_name {position: absolute;top: 325px;z-index: 15;right: 175px;bottom: 60px;color: #112331;text-shadow: 0 0 5px #C1C2C4;font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive;letter-spacing: 2px;}</style><center><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_background"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_container"><img style="width:550px;border-radius: 50px 50px 0 0;" src="https://k.nickpic.host/bztFVD.jpg"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_gradient"></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_name">Oriash</p><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_message"><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote" style="margin-top:-10px;">they promised that dreams can come true</p><p>Ori <i>knows</i> that she doesn’t know her mother. That’s the part that stings the most, the fact that her mother couldn’t be bothered to stick around for her two month old, defenseless child. It is also this fact that is not well known in Beqanna, it is the damning piece of evidence that Ori keeps to herself. She leaves her mother’s legacy intact, a thing that was not shining but was not tarnished either. It’s not something she can expect anyone else to understand though, given that she has never explained it. Perhaps Dawn would, given that Dawn had been the one to find Ori on the beach waiting to die or to be swept into the ocean that day so long ago. Dawn had saved her then, but there are days Ori wonders what she had been saved for. What was she doing with this life? Nothing. And she didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
<i>You already know I’m not,</i> comes the reply, late but finally out in the air. It hangs there, the truth, heavy and weighted. <font color=#a1abb5> “Yea, but you needed to say it aloud.”</font> To say the truth was to face it. Maybe that is part of why Ori never talks of her mother’s. To speak of them is to face the truth of what they did to her. Solace was dying, and Solace had found her. But Kagerus? Kagerus had just left, had not cared. Had she cared for Ori’s siblings? Not that the girl would ever know, because she doesn’t even know her siblings except Aegan, who is rarely around.
Then, <i>are you?</i>, and somehow that question hangs even heavier. <font color=#a1abb5> “No,”</font> she admits, voice quiet but firm. Truth. One small taste of it, anyway. A beginning and a peace offering, truth for truth. <font color=#a1abb5> “But let’s get you off this mountain, huh? Where’s home?”</font> Ori takes a step forward and then another, wing opening wide in a friendly gesture to encourage Eurwen to take a step down, hoping it’s enough. One step. Then another.
</p></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote">but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.</p></div></div></center>
@[Eurwen] well I'm slow too...
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