EVELYN
Brilliant, it was declared, and so it continued on. More items came at her, and she was ready for each one, catching it in an upward stream of gravity, pushing them upwards, clinking them together playfully, before setting them carefully upon a rafter. This way she could relax, until the time came to nudge, to push, to tug at the forces of gravity that the Voice had granted her, and stir chaos and mayhem besides.
It was satisfying, in a conniving, childish way. Was it petty, immature? Certainly. Were they going to do it anyway, as if their actions alone could change the way people thought and saw the Old Gods, even though they knew such things were futile? Absolutely.
They had worth. They had promise.
But they were also still children, after all.
A young couple wandered through, while the twins sat hushed and quiet in the back pews of the Temple. And just as the couple approached the rafter, Evelyn did nudge, sending the biggest piece crashing down before them. And as the couple and exclaimed, she sent the rest - the smaller and medium relics, all of them at once. A cloud of dust and shattered ceramic appeared, and the girl was breathless with contained laughter as the couple turned and left - successfully deterred from their venture to the Shrine of the Old Gods.
"That was too easy," her voice laughed out as the room became clear enough for them to give in to the amusement once more. "What next?" She lay the challenge to her sister, a brow quirked in curiosity as she posed the question.
It was satisfying, in a conniving, childish way. Was it petty, immature? Certainly. Were they going to do it anyway, as if their actions alone could change the way people thought and saw the Old Gods, even though they knew such things were futile? Absolutely.
They had worth. They had promise.
But they were also still children, after all.
A young couple wandered through, while the twins sat hushed and quiet in the back pews of the Temple. And just as the couple approached the rafter, Evelyn did nudge, sending the biggest piece crashing down before them. And as the couple and exclaimed, she sent the rest - the smaller and medium relics, all of them at once. A cloud of dust and shattered ceramic appeared, and the girl was breathless with contained laughter as the couple turned and left - successfully deterred from their venture to the Shrine of the Old Gods.
"That was too easy," her voice laughed out as the room became clear enough for them to give in to the amusement once more. "What next?" She lay the challenge to her sister, a brow quirked in curiosity as she posed the question.
innocence
is but an illusion
is but an illusion
