Home"In my name..." STR: 1 | SPD: 332 | CON: 251 | END: 251 | INT: 1001 | MANA: 11,650 "Bow before your queen" - Astrid Venier She stood there, basking in the early hours of dawn as the sun slowly peered from the cold dark canvas of night, a warm cascading blend of yellow and red interlacing with one another within the sky above. From her perch atop the balcony, a keen vantage that captured seemingly all of the part of Oak Town, forgotten shrines and statues once abandoned, lay before her. It was the calm before the storm, so to speak. A final opportunity to breath and reflect, to see the festivities starting to come to life before her very eyes. But to the onlooker that saw it as a festival returning to Oak after so many years prohibited, to Astrid Venier, the city’s own Senator and the Guild Master of Phantom Lord, it was so much more important. It, in a way, was as much a defining moment of Oak Town’s history. And she had taken the brush to the canvas, the masterpiece being the infantile results before her. There was still plenty of time before it officially became time for it to begin, the long forgotten Festival of the Crimson Moon. An olden moment of celebration within Oak Town, lost to time, to prejudice, to forgotten principles of pride and dignity that eroded away like that of Oak Town’s own luster and moral framework. It pained Astrid, lost in deep thought as she sat within the robust wooden chair, the limited comfort being an afterthought when her mind remained fixated on trying to decipher the past. Trying to discover just why such an event had been for so long forgotten, allowed to fade away, it’s memory dying with that of generations long since forgotten or remembered. But, for as much thought as she gave to the idea, there was simply nothing concrete. It left her somewhat annoyed, but there was something else that radiated within her mind as she watched the people of Oak Town continue to prep down below. Those people, nondescript men and women whom lived here, who had connections here, it was them who were out here before even the sun had arisen. Sure, Astrid had brought back the Festival, but it was the people of Oak Town that were giving life to it, making it their own. That was the testament to the perceived ‘new’ Oak Town, a city that for so long had lived in the shadows of a once era, it and its people thought of nothing other than second-class citizens. Now finally, as their golden age continued and prosperity continued within the city, this Festival as much served as a thematically fitting way to let the word be known proper, not just of it, but of Oak Town’s appropriate status as well. From Orchidia to Hargeon, the messages were sent, the invitations provided, and the people at the ready to provide with the proper festivities and hospitality expected. No doubt, plenty of people would be coming. Undoubtedly plenty would scoff at the idea of attending, whether it be due to it being within Oak Town, or perhaps concern over unrest in the Northern Fiore proved too much of an elephant in the room to simply partake in something like that. Either sentiment could have been true. While those who lived and interacted with the city knew of its newfound fortune and stability, changing the broader narrative would be no simple endeavor. It would not change overnight, but that was as much the point to this Festival. The appropriate conversation starter to see things change. Having been settled in, she found it almost difficult to get up from the unyielding chair, her feeling the strain as stiffness ran along her backside. How long had she been seated in that chair? Hours maybe? It almost felt like a blur really. Interest in how progress had been going had motivated her to take a front row seat to its preparation, the balcony giving an ideal point of view towards it all, if not something of an unrealistic sight. She yearned to know more, to see from a different perspective than that of the assumed hero and matriarch of the city looking down upon her subjects. Whether to fuel her own ego or out of genuine intrigue, it was not long before she found herself amongst the many tending to the shrines that for so long had been abandoned, forgotten, left to ruin. It was an impressive sight, how quickly and professionally they had managed to revitalize the statues and shrines to their once great status. One would even be forgiven to not recognize that they stood within Oak, it seeming so much a departure from the expected experience. A hand ran along one of the shrines, a stone entity, appearing like that of a bird of sorts, wide outstretched wings causing it to make up quite a bit of space, leaving little around it. Cracks and chips within the wings were evident, some of it by the elements over hundreds of years, some by tragic vandalism, some of it simply unclear. It was but one of many stone statues that had been once forgotten, now the focal point of what Oak Town was offering to people. A chance to pray. A chance to stand in worship amongst those of Oak Town and those beyond, within Fiore and otherwise. Under the Blood Goddess, it was a chance for everyone to be equal. A simple notion that had been so taboo as to be forgotten. She sighed as her gaze remained fixed upon the statue, a frown manifesting as the cracks within became all the more apparent. They were a distraction of sorts, a way to not ponder why such a simple concept of unity, even if standing against that of Illumin, could have become so foreign, so vile as to be forgotten in such a manner. But that revulsion to some extent made it all of this all the more rewarding. All the more deserved. “A shame we could not have done more for some of these,” her words spoken aloud to no audience in particular, assumed innocent ramblings while her fingers traced along the stone wings of the raven statue, each crack and fault evident as flesh ran along it. “Before we next stand to have the Festival, I will see to you being properly cared for.” |
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PouchMost people never realized how often they don’t look up, leaving those of the sky to usually go unnoticed. Her ravens were evident of that fact, proven time and time again how those often in their company rarely acknowledged them. So when a fairly large unkindness proceeds to take over a territory, perched along the roofs and high structures as they observed those who resided below, hardly anyone ever bats an eye. Their growing presence was almost as mundane as a passing cloud, until that is, when they’re finally noticed.
Astrid would be one of said beings, hung in her anguish as she perched atop the balcony lost in thought. There would be quite a few ravens that had sat along the rails and the crevices. Overlooking the coming morning, but more interestingly the view down below. As shrines and statues were bring brought back to life on the spur of human interest and the call for festivities.
The ravens of Oak were as curious as any other. So word among them spread like the gossip among wives, eventually trailing onto the North where a particular woman resided. Her birds, often whispering in her ear and this time they brought news of celebration. Rumors of an old tradition long stomped out by the insufferable Illumin church, their efforts to be the only prominent influence had receded even if for but a moment; and this would be enough to spark the interest for such and event within the Demoness. Who didn’t very well like their kind, nor the rigidity of their veneration. Coming from a large pantheon just to the north-east, Lumikki was not pleased with the efforts of the Seraphim, nor did her nature allow any friendliness within her to resonate with them, at least if they weren’t of this realm. The same could be extended to her kin of the Abyss and any other beings who wish to meddle in this world without ever truly subjecting themselves to life within the Earthrealm. How irksome were timeless when their arrogance proceeded their skill. Their lofty manipulations were doomed to be retaliated by the monsters of their making; but that was a different matter. For now, it was a time of joy. A time to remember the colors of life when not bleached with an obnoxiously blinding light.
And so Lumikki sorted some matters, assuring that the guild can hold just fine while she was away from home. Most of her paperwork was already answered, the rest could be looked over by Alvis, her trusted servant and the one she was training to shadow her when needed. Upon the back of Asger, her Leviat and flying serpent, she’d travel west for the first time. Only hearing it in passing prior by old friends and recent sister. Lumikki took to the skies sometime early morning, so as she approached the town of Oak, the golden streaks of morning began to span the skies. Lumikki held a certain distaste for light, one that was exasperated in recent times; but despite her displeasure to be awake so early in the morning, she did find a lot of beauty in the rising sun. What more, the light sprung from behind her, sparing her of the insufferable shine.
Lumikki was at Oak town within the hour. Gliding down from Asger as she left him among the sea of clouds. He would head to the nearby sea to pass the time until she called for him. Meanwhile, Lumikki would begin to walk around and study the view. The Demoness was in her human facade, her skin a cool brown and arms, hands, and talon-like nails stained an inky black. Her pale white hair hung loose, but a few locks were braided with red ribbon and connected in the back like ribs of a rib cage. She wore a long black gown with dark blue accents, that left her arms and back exposed. Covering her legs that were wrapped around in nothing but moving shadow. Her citrine and sapphire eyes were lined with darkness, as were her lips which were painted in shadow; but one could not see her face through the black veil with which she wore, made from the final bits of fleeting night that receded within the morning. For the moment, Lumikki wanted to remain in obscurity, tired was she that her reputation grew to proceed her. Though she never really stepped foot within these lands, most would probably make her out on sight alone.
Lumikki knew very little of this town, only that her old friend created his guild not too far from here. Or that her sister could be found nearby. But anymore than that was a blur as she lacked any personal or impactful ties. Whether this worked in Oak’s favor, all considering, she wouldn’t know. All human places seemed to be held in the same regard to her after the rebirth into Demon. They were places to be observe and meddled with, but the need to “look down” was something Lumikki long concluded wouldn’t serve her. She was a curious and ravenous being, consuming all there was to know and any tales baked deeply within. To be particular on statuses robbed her of pleasing new lore. So the Festival of the Crimson Moon was a particularly tasty curiosity for her, and the introduction of the Blood Goddess into her world view. She knew nothing of this deity, not even if the Goddess was real. Nor did Lumikki know if she’d like her presence, but the ideation of mortals was still interesting to note.
So as Lumikki followed the people making their way to their place of worship, at least that is what she thought it to be with all the shrines and statues erected, her eyes traced over every one with much fascination. Stopping at the one in the shape of a bird. Many of Lumikki’s ravens were perched atop places left untouched. Their eyes studying the people as much as her’s were on the shrines. And one of the local ravens would come to join her, gliding toward her arm and shoulder. To which Lumikki would welcome with excitement. ”Curious, they’re all oddly in blatant disrepair. Do the humans here not know how to maintain their shrines love?” Her voice was low and soft as her silent steps took her through the aisles until she stopped in front of the bird shaped one. Its wings were magnificent, one could notice the love and detail that had once went into its making, but now the poor thing stood eroded as if forgotten and it pained the Demoness so. It was like looking at herself, a being as timeless as the stone that formed it, yet she could easily fall to pieces as well if left alone and unregarded. The pain of being forgotten was prominent in her still, but she suppose seeing a massive raven in ruin didn’t help.
”I wouldn’t know my Revna, this is the first time I’ve seen them handle any. They’ve went untouched for who knows how many generations, but I hear there’s been a change in leadership here. This is just one of the new requests redeemed, I think. They hope to throw some kinda celebration, but it all sounds like nonsense to me, so I hardly know what more to tell you sadly.” His voice was low and gruff as he spoke words only Lumikki could comprehend. His age was apparent, but so was the wisdom within him. So if he truly didn’t know, then a lot of this was quite new to him and more complicated than he could manage to understand. She’d have to ask around if she wanted to hear more of the story, but it would so happen that a woman’s voice would break her of the speculative trance. The pale one, to which Lumikki didn’t notice upon her arrival, was also tending to the bird-like statue. The tone in which she spoke, sounded almost remorseful. Lumikki would glance at Astrid from the corner of her eye, trying to gleam who she was before butting in herself; but she’d step forward and delicately slide her talons along the stone of the opposite wing. ”I hear good omens find those that make offerings to ravens. They’re the like ta see to it, that they’ve taken care of their own. One should consider it if they see the bird around, even if it’s one of stone. They remember more than one thinks, ye know.” Her voice was soft but stern, hidden in her human vestige yet some of the timeless tundra nearly spilt through. And as the words left her lips, her black frost would creep along the stone. Encasing it in ice that would never yield until she does. The cracks and crevices were promptly filled, the feathers given a new sheen, and it was almost like in its new vigor, the raven would spring to life. Even the eyes almost looked like it now held the spark of the living.
Lumikki pulled back, moving about so that she could inspect her work. When she was sure that she was pleased, the Demoness would entertain her company once more. ”Consider it me offering to the festivities. Granted, I don’t come from here but I can’t overlook a wounded raven can I? The magic should hold better than anything these folk could muster but I’m curious. What inspired it to be made in the first place?”
Astrid would be one of said beings, hung in her anguish as she perched atop the balcony lost in thought. There would be quite a few ravens that had sat along the rails and the crevices. Overlooking the coming morning, but more interestingly the view down below. As shrines and statues were bring brought back to life on the spur of human interest and the call for festivities.
The ravens of Oak were as curious as any other. So word among them spread like the gossip among wives, eventually trailing onto the North where a particular woman resided. Her birds, often whispering in her ear and this time they brought news of celebration. Rumors of an old tradition long stomped out by the insufferable Illumin church, their efforts to be the only prominent influence had receded even if for but a moment; and this would be enough to spark the interest for such and event within the Demoness. Who didn’t very well like their kind, nor the rigidity of their veneration. Coming from a large pantheon just to the north-east, Lumikki was not pleased with the efforts of the Seraphim, nor did her nature allow any friendliness within her to resonate with them, at least if they weren’t of this realm. The same could be extended to her kin of the Abyss and any other beings who wish to meddle in this world without ever truly subjecting themselves to life within the Earthrealm. How irksome were timeless when their arrogance proceeded their skill. Their lofty manipulations were doomed to be retaliated by the monsters of their making; but that was a different matter. For now, it was a time of joy. A time to remember the colors of life when not bleached with an obnoxiously blinding light.
And so Lumikki sorted some matters, assuring that the guild can hold just fine while she was away from home. Most of her paperwork was already answered, the rest could be looked over by Alvis, her trusted servant and the one she was training to shadow her when needed. Upon the back of Asger, her Leviat and flying serpent, she’d travel west for the first time. Only hearing it in passing prior by old friends and recent sister. Lumikki took to the skies sometime early morning, so as she approached the town of Oak, the golden streaks of morning began to span the skies. Lumikki held a certain distaste for light, one that was exasperated in recent times; but despite her displeasure to be awake so early in the morning, she did find a lot of beauty in the rising sun. What more, the light sprung from behind her, sparing her of the insufferable shine.
Lumikki was at Oak town within the hour. Gliding down from Asger as she left him among the sea of clouds. He would head to the nearby sea to pass the time until she called for him. Meanwhile, Lumikki would begin to walk around and study the view. The Demoness was in her human facade, her skin a cool brown and arms, hands, and talon-like nails stained an inky black. Her pale white hair hung loose, but a few locks were braided with red ribbon and connected in the back like ribs of a rib cage. She wore a long black gown with dark blue accents, that left her arms and back exposed. Covering her legs that were wrapped around in nothing but moving shadow. Her citrine and sapphire eyes were lined with darkness, as were her lips which were painted in shadow; but one could not see her face through the black veil with which she wore, made from the final bits of fleeting night that receded within the morning. For the moment, Lumikki wanted to remain in obscurity, tired was she that her reputation grew to proceed her. Though she never really stepped foot within these lands, most would probably make her out on sight alone.
Lumikki knew very little of this town, only that her old friend created his guild not too far from here. Or that her sister could be found nearby. But anymore than that was a blur as she lacked any personal or impactful ties. Whether this worked in Oak’s favor, all considering, she wouldn’t know. All human places seemed to be held in the same regard to her after the rebirth into Demon. They were places to be observe and meddled with, but the need to “look down” was something Lumikki long concluded wouldn’t serve her. She was a curious and ravenous being, consuming all there was to know and any tales baked deeply within. To be particular on statuses robbed her of pleasing new lore. So the Festival of the Crimson Moon was a particularly tasty curiosity for her, and the introduction of the Blood Goddess into her world view. She knew nothing of this deity, not even if the Goddess was real. Nor did Lumikki know if she’d like her presence, but the ideation of mortals was still interesting to note.
So as Lumikki followed the people making their way to their place of worship, at least that is what she thought it to be with all the shrines and statues erected, her eyes traced over every one with much fascination. Stopping at the one in the shape of a bird. Many of Lumikki’s ravens were perched atop places left untouched. Their eyes studying the people as much as her’s were on the shrines. And one of the local ravens would come to join her, gliding toward her arm and shoulder. To which Lumikki would welcome with excitement. ”Curious, they’re all oddly in blatant disrepair. Do the humans here not know how to maintain their shrines love?” Her voice was low and soft as her silent steps took her through the aisles until she stopped in front of the bird shaped one. Its wings were magnificent, one could notice the love and detail that had once went into its making, but now the poor thing stood eroded as if forgotten and it pained the Demoness so. It was like looking at herself, a being as timeless as the stone that formed it, yet she could easily fall to pieces as well if left alone and unregarded. The pain of being forgotten was prominent in her still, but she suppose seeing a massive raven in ruin didn’t help.
”I wouldn’t know my Revna, this is the first time I’ve seen them handle any. They’ve went untouched for who knows how many generations, but I hear there’s been a change in leadership here. This is just one of the new requests redeemed, I think. They hope to throw some kinda celebration, but it all sounds like nonsense to me, so I hardly know what more to tell you sadly.” His voice was low and gruff as he spoke words only Lumikki could comprehend. His age was apparent, but so was the wisdom within him. So if he truly didn’t know, then a lot of this was quite new to him and more complicated than he could manage to understand. She’d have to ask around if she wanted to hear more of the story, but it would so happen that a woman’s voice would break her of the speculative trance. The pale one, to which Lumikki didn’t notice upon her arrival, was also tending to the bird-like statue. The tone in which she spoke, sounded almost remorseful. Lumikki would glance at Astrid from the corner of her eye, trying to gleam who she was before butting in herself; but she’d step forward and delicately slide her talons along the stone of the opposite wing. ”I hear good omens find those that make offerings to ravens. They’re the like ta see to it, that they’ve taken care of their own. One should consider it if they see the bird around, even if it’s one of stone. They remember more than one thinks, ye know.” Her voice was soft but stern, hidden in her human vestige yet some of the timeless tundra nearly spilt through. And as the words left her lips, her black frost would creep along the stone. Encasing it in ice that would never yield until she does. The cracks and crevices were promptly filled, the feathers given a new sheen, and it was almost like in its new vigor, the raven would spring to life. Even the eyes almost looked like it now held the spark of the living.
Lumikki pulled back, moving about so that she could inspect her work. When she was sure that she was pleased, the Demoness would entertain her company once more. ”Consider it me offering to the festivities. Granted, I don’t come from here but I can’t overlook a wounded raven can I? The magic should hold better than anything these folk could muster but I’m curious. What inspired it to be made in the first place?”
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Fri Jun 28, 2024 8:04 pm
Guild : Jewels : Rank : Race : Experience : Reputation : Class : Aura : Strength : Speed : Constitution : Endurance : Intelligence : Mana : Head : Body : Ring : Modification : Companion : "In my name..." STR: 1 | SPD: 332 | CON: 251 | END: 251 | INT: 1001 | MANA: 11,650 "Bow before your queen" - Astrid Venier One could only consider it saddening, to see the statues in such a tragic state. Whilst her attention lay upon that of the impressive raven, the poor conditions that had befallen it were shared amongst the many, a loose labyrinth of sorts, a medley of forms and degrees of craftsmanship separating them to the degree where no two seemed to much resemble one another. Save for the ruined state that they all shared, as much a defining feature for this once graveyard of worship as its abruptly ended purpose. Worse perhaps than anything else were the sentiment that for so long had plagued Oak Town, or more specifically its people and their sentiments towards it. Whilst many of the recent generations had simply forgotten the historical significance or been born ignorant of what these statues once gave Oak Town, regrettably too many actively chose to dismiss such relevancy. Even within the Magistrate of Oak Town, Astrid had turned the focus and future of these statues into a form of loyalty test, one of several means taken to root out those that conspired alongside Iblis still, those who would have potentially stood against any sort of totalitarian power grab that she may entertain in future years. It would have been easier to simply replace them, the rationale that they argued. That a city in a state of arising glory owed it to itself that its image throughout reflect such prestige. A forsaking of one’s identity, she viewed it as being. While yes, to the eye they left much to be desired, nothing like that of the massive statues hailing within Era or Crocus – having been preserved and protected with the fervent ownership like that of its own name – to simply have them replaced would be to ignore a tragic point in time for Oak Town and its people. However, even as she stood there now, her eyes focusing intently on any given imperfection before turning to another, a part of her did wish that more could have been done. It was a failure on her part, but a hollow defeat in the wake of bringing forth the Festival of the Crimson Moon back again at all. So intent in reflection that she had not paid heed to the unfamiliar voice that joined her now at the raven statue. A subtle turn of the head allowed her enough to peer out the corner of her eye, standing before the other wing, the duo like that of a pair paying worship to the raven. A rather poignant image to paint the very purpose of what were around them, both in setting and atmosphere. She would have anticipated silence, the devotion that one may have sought to give varying from one to another, but Astrid could not help but find intrigue as the unknown figure spoke. Her voice unfamiliar, her words soft yet having a hard to discern characteristic to them, certainly not that she would have figured coming from someone of such a smaller frame than her own; Astrid seeming to tower over the figure. “Do they now? I cannot say that I’ve ever given that sort of consideration to the raven before. Perhaps there’s simply never been reason to view from that perspective.” Though curious to put a face to such a unique voice, that interest quickly faded as her attention turned instead to the hand outstretched upon the raven wings opposite her. The subtle gesture of the hand brushing along as black crystal seemed to form in its wake, curing the imperfections left throughout. From it, the crystal expanded further, spreading out like that of a fire consuming a wooden barn, eventually leaving nothing untouched, much like the black sheen that enveloped the statue. Her fellow patron stepped back whilst Astrid remained there, the imperfections that she once took notice of now gone, erased away behind a new dark coating. With a hand outstretched, fingers as black as the sheen itself gently caressing against it, an intense cold that radiated from it catching her off-guard, eyes widening as she pulled away, a faint numbing sensation spreading through her fingers. Astrid turned, body turned opposite that of the statue, eyes straight forward, looking at the hooded figure, the mysterious nature of them being no less intriguing than from the brief gaze stolen moments before. With an exhale, a faint line of steam extended off her fingers, her gaze pulled from the curious individual only to see the effect upon her skin, her thumb grazing against index and middle finger, the numbness receding with every passing second, “Not what I anticipated seeing on this morning, but far from an unwelcome surprise.” With a partial turn of her upper body, she glanced back at the raven statue, a newfound appreciation dawning upon her as the other figure spoke again. How she described the statue, a wounded raven – giving it a living quality - it was not a quality that she could sympathize with, but the Magical prowess displayed, certainly was one that piqued her interest, if nothing else. And from someone foreign to Oak Town no less too… “Well, heh, I would say that Oak Town thanks you for a thoughtful and unexpected offering. The people had made strides in hopes of bringing it and those like it to a more, suitable state.” She sighed, “Alas, even skilled artisans can only achieve so much, so quickly.” The thought had occurred to her, the idea of using Magic to restore the statues much like the gesture done by the foreign festival goer only moments earlier. But with so many endeavors already committed to the artisan guilds already, like the roads and much of the infrastructure throughout Oak Town, to tear away such an honor like restoring the statues from them would be a betrayal. That was not to say that she did not value the offering provided in the restored raven statue: Far from it, she welcomed it, respected it even. She snickered, looking around to the various statues within their immediate vicinity, all of them in varying states of destruction, similarly faced with varying levels of repair efforts applied. “Well, unfortunately that is a difficult question. What I can answer comfortably is its much akin to the same plight that they have faced. How can centuries worth of dismissal, of lost history, and that of ignorance be reconciled with? And can we know for sure why it was that so many sought to worship the raven? Or that of any other creature depicted upon these stone totems?” Hands were cupped as she gave a weak shake of the head, “If only it were quite certain as to why, both that of its origin and of its death, if we wish to be a bit extreme in our definitions. So much of Oak’s past has been lost, not just to time but to man’s failing similarly.” Astrid took several steps towards her guest, coming nearly shoulder to shoulder before she turned abruptly to one such statue that were only a few feet away from the raven statue. A hand extended, she ran two blackened fingers down along the hard surface, the sensation entirely different than that of the icy surface glistening upon the raven. “I’m sorry that I cannot provide you with a more complete answer to your question. I similarly find myself wondering just why it was that history had been so unkind to those that once worshipped here. Even those that call Oak home, it seems the number who ask that same question seem to become less with every passing year.” She pulled away, turning around in the process such to face the figure once again, a look that was as much inquisitive whilst welcoming upon her face. “So you can imagine my surprise to hear such a question, especially coming from someone not of Oak. I would say that you’re an interesting figure, but I think you and I both know that to be true already,” her lips curled into a coy smile as she rubbed her fingers together in an exaggerated gesture, the same ones having earlier felt the great cold cast upon the raven statue. |
Sat Jun 29, 2024 1:51 am
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Companion : ”Typical of those in Fiore, so enamored in the ivory wings of Seraphim that many other prospects are overshadowed. Pity such interesting things such as the small stories of ravens, often get denounced. But I jest, I know all too well that there lacks a sense of spiritism here…it’s for that reason I paid a visit. I’m curious of the deviation within the norm, as I find more comfort in the pantheons meself.” Her voice was almost playful as she spoke, it was sing-song in tone. Reminiscent of a raven poking their victim in a harmless tease.
Lumikki observed the woman as she finished inspecting her work. It had seem that the odd gesture took Astrid by awe, enough to test her fingers on the ice and sure enough, recede her hand as quick as she set it upon the statue. Sometimes the ice mage forgot how painful the nipping bite of frost was, sometimes she forgot one’s normal reactions to touching something cold; but the wince from how the lass reacted allowed a small giggle to escape her lips. The playful melody met with a stifling hand and a tilt of her head. ”Aye, nor was I expecting a lovely statue on me morning visit. Pleasing when life could be amusing, isn’t it?”
Lumikki turned to look upon the statue once again, though pleased, she wondered if she wanted to do more. Though more than likely it was just the normal thoughts of dissatisfaction peeking through the calm, as most artist or craftsmen suffered a impulsion to never enjoy their work; but it would have to do as this was not her’s to alter. A new shell to stand the test of time, whether the humans tended to it or not, was all that could be provided from her and Astrid’s sentiments of the artisans only reinforced her thoughts. Yet what a shame that they were too busy for such matters as these, Lumikki was far too used to the quick work of the Dwarves. Admittedly the comparison of the two was not a fair one.
As Astrid moved about and answered Lumikki’s question to the best of her ability, as there was only so much one could say when the intricacies of fascinating lore gets lost to the test of time, Lumi would follow the woman’s moments with her eyes. Noting all her mannerisms as Astrid woefully recanted the tale of her town. ”Hmmm” was all the Demoness could answer mournfully throughout the rest of Astrid’s musings, as she thought over the frustrations of facing what was lost. ”Certainly vexing indeed…” She’d utter, only to be met with an amusing tangent in the end. Lumikki knew she failed at her task to not be noticed the moment she first opened her mouth, though veil and dark clothes were already a minor cause to stare.
”Heh, suppose it’s obvious that I am but I’m sure it pales in comparison to ye. The way ye speak of the efforts leads me to assume ya run it. Meanwhile, I’m just a wayward lass who finds joy from myth and stories, so I was hoping to learn the one from Oak town as I enjoy a nice stay here—speaking of which, hmmm….I’d need to find an inn. Coming here was a spur of the moment curiosity, as little birdies told me of coming celebrations, but I came straight here without sorting any matters out. Would ye have a recommendation by chance? Might as well inquire while I have yer attention.” Lumikki took on a pondering posture but if Astrid couldn’t offer her a name to an inn, all would be fine as she could still ask the local ravens. ”If most forgot the purpose of these shrines, how is it ye know how to throw the festival? What would I expect, if ye don’t mind me asking? It’s clear I’m out of place as is, I’d hate to stand out anymore than this.”
Lumikki observed the woman as she finished inspecting her work. It had seem that the odd gesture took Astrid by awe, enough to test her fingers on the ice and sure enough, recede her hand as quick as she set it upon the statue. Sometimes the ice mage forgot how painful the nipping bite of frost was, sometimes she forgot one’s normal reactions to touching something cold; but the wince from how the lass reacted allowed a small giggle to escape her lips. The playful melody met with a stifling hand and a tilt of her head. ”Aye, nor was I expecting a lovely statue on me morning visit. Pleasing when life could be amusing, isn’t it?”
Lumikki turned to look upon the statue once again, though pleased, she wondered if she wanted to do more. Though more than likely it was just the normal thoughts of dissatisfaction peeking through the calm, as most artist or craftsmen suffered a impulsion to never enjoy their work; but it would have to do as this was not her’s to alter. A new shell to stand the test of time, whether the humans tended to it or not, was all that could be provided from her and Astrid’s sentiments of the artisans only reinforced her thoughts. Yet what a shame that they were too busy for such matters as these, Lumikki was far too used to the quick work of the Dwarves. Admittedly the comparison of the two was not a fair one.
As Astrid moved about and answered Lumikki’s question to the best of her ability, as there was only so much one could say when the intricacies of fascinating lore gets lost to the test of time, Lumi would follow the woman’s moments with her eyes. Noting all her mannerisms as Astrid woefully recanted the tale of her town. ”Hmmm” was all the Demoness could answer mournfully throughout the rest of Astrid’s musings, as she thought over the frustrations of facing what was lost. ”Certainly vexing indeed…” She’d utter, only to be met with an amusing tangent in the end. Lumikki knew she failed at her task to not be noticed the moment she first opened her mouth, though veil and dark clothes were already a minor cause to stare.
”Heh, suppose it’s obvious that I am but I’m sure it pales in comparison to ye. The way ye speak of the efforts leads me to assume ya run it. Meanwhile, I’m just a wayward lass who finds joy from myth and stories, so I was hoping to learn the one from Oak town as I enjoy a nice stay here—speaking of which, hmmm….I’d need to find an inn. Coming here was a spur of the moment curiosity, as little birdies told me of coming celebrations, but I came straight here without sorting any matters out. Would ye have a recommendation by chance? Might as well inquire while I have yer attention.” Lumikki took on a pondering posture but if Astrid couldn’t offer her a name to an inn, all would be fine as she could still ask the local ravens. ”If most forgot the purpose of these shrines, how is it ye know how to throw the festival? What would I expect, if ye don’t mind me asking? It’s clear I’m out of place as is, I’d hate to stand out anymore than this.”
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