From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Memories sweet whispers are all that we'll have left
So fall into these arms tonight and share this one last breath
The pair followed Morgan and Neron, though they kept their own pace. This was something Noah did not want to miss. Not only was a cure being given -- if chosen -- to those that came, but the Voice was the one giving it. The hunter was currently so hungry for knowledge of the gods -- old and new -- that passing up the opportunity to see one in person was something he was not interested in. He needed to see her--it?--if the rumor of her appearance was true.
However, the attuned was still comfortable with the gifts he had been given by the old gods. Therefor, he strode into the Hollowed Grounds in his reindeer form.
Walking beside Delphine, with his impressive racked head held high, Noah watched as many people, from all regions of Caido, approached. Settling in at the back of the group, the reindeer moved his glacier eyes around to watch those approach her. He was full of curiosity as well as trepidation -- the ultimate question still thrumming in the bottom of his chest -- could they trust the Voice?
Delphine kept pace with Noah, one of her hands pressed to his back, fingers running through fur. His reindeer form was her favorite. She'd not visited the Hollowed Grounds since... running away to Halo, really. She avoided the place if she could, but that was the least of her worries right now.
The Voice was... something she knew very little about. The old gods, she read much about them. But the new gods...
There was much to learn, and she was here to watch, and hopefully learn. When they settled at the back of the group, she leaned against Noah as she watched people approach The Voice.
She didn't voice her question--can we trust her?--because who knew how this goddess would act if offended? Or how her followers might act if offended. It was an end to a disease, and she was thankful for that.
What's that thing they say about a rose by any other name?
