EVELYN
Their surroundings went by in a blur to her. While she had heightened hearing and vision, her sense of smell and taste were dulled, and so when she focussed her attention on a singular task, she easily ignored the rest that might try to distract her. Torchline was fascinating, beautiful, and she would take the time to enjoy it - just, after she was done pestering the General of the Grounds.
No monsters here, she mused to herself, having spoken to her sister about spending the last Longnight here, but both of them deciding to go to the Temple instead, to linger around that which was at least somewhat familiar to them, even if they did not know any there. Perhaps this year would be different - perhaps there wouldn't be any monsters at all.
Was this the war Mabel spoke to Wessex about? A war against the monsters?
She supposed it depended on whether everyone's definition of 'monsters' was the same.
"I hope to see a Longnight with no monsters," gentle tones hummed, her mind awhirl with new ideas and information to tell her sister, to discuss and to try and mold to their very initial beginnings of a plan, a scheme, an idea to bring more into the fold of the Voice. A Longnight with no monsters sounded like a dream for an Ascended, where their senses thrived in the dark, where no sunlight burned at their skin and no monsters clawed at their beings.
No monsters here, she mused to herself, having spoken to her sister about spending the last Longnight here, but both of them deciding to go to the Temple instead, to linger around that which was at least somewhat familiar to them, even if they did not know any there. Perhaps this year would be different - perhaps there wouldn't be any monsters at all.
Was this the war Mabel spoke to Wessex about? A war against the monsters?
She supposed it depended on whether everyone's definition of 'monsters' was the same.
"I hope to see a Longnight with no monsters," gentle tones hummed, her mind awhirl with new ideas and information to tell her sister, to discuss and to try and mold to their very initial beginnings of a plan, a scheme, an idea to bring more into the fold of the Voice. A Longnight with no monsters sounded like a dream for an Ascended, where their senses thrived in the dark, where no sunlight burned at their skin and no monsters clawed at their beings.
cross me once
i dare you
it is the only chance you will get
i dare you
it is the only chance you will get
