EVELYN
Maybe it was supposed to be comforting, that their family was in Mort's halls now, all together in the spirit realm - or however the story went. Evelyn missed her family, she had grieved, in her own way, but she was done thinking of the Old Gods they once revered as anything but the neglectful, albeit powerful, beings that they were.
The Voice, while not necessarily different when it came to her silence when compared to the original deities, at least took action, and saved lives where the Old Gods would not. It was her defining trait, what pulled the girls who held similar views on life towards her.
The relic came towards her, at speed, as she increased the gravity beneath it, tugging and twisting so that it did not necessarily fall in a straight line to the ground. But then, when it seemed it would clatter upon the ground, it looped before them instead, much to her delight, as she manipulated the force to her whim and sent it to the ceiling.
And when it was there, she hesitated, holding it near the rafters for a moment, with a curious glance given to her sister. "Should we wait until another is walking past, then let it fall?" Conspiratorial whispers uttered beneath her breath, a decision she would leave to her sister to make.
The Voice, while not necessarily different when it came to her silence when compared to the original deities, at least took action, and saved lives where the Old Gods would not. It was her defining trait, what pulled the girls who held similar views on life towards her.
The relic came towards her, at speed, as she increased the gravity beneath it, tugging and twisting so that it did not necessarily fall in a straight line to the ground. But then, when it seemed it would clatter upon the ground, it looped before them instead, much to her delight, as she manipulated the force to her whim and sent it to the ceiling.
And when it was there, she hesitated, holding it near the rafters for a moment, with a curious glance given to her sister. "Should we wait until another is walking past, then let it fall?" Conspiratorial whispers uttered beneath her breath, a decision she would leave to her sister to make.
innocence
is but an illusion
is but an illusion
