Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
There was so much more to the unknown, than the understood variables – vast and overwhelming, casting without preamble, without preludes. Like she was back in the sea, a tiny speck on the horizon, and then nothing at all. Except these were fields, shadows, flowers, feathers, and scales, and she could ground herself in its tempestuous edges. These wouldn’t carry her into ruin.
Maybe. It was difficult to tell after the latest occurrence.
She followed his descent, and they wandering in and amongst catacombs, stars, and prey again – her eyes drifting, catching the nuances and glows of the blink hares once more. But her own human mind won out over the animalistic, predatory consignments for a moment, pondering Aamu’s answer.
Then what would it be? The Old Gods? A punishment – two Ascended drifting out into the world? Daring to be something in the wake of all these ancient things? To the ones who couldn’t change, except to erode? Who had the arcane wake posted beside their names, to remind others that they couldn’t be altered, couldn’t be evolved?
Or something else, another foreign entity, altogether? A legend, a myth, a story, missed in between the folklore?
Maybe. It was difficult to tell after the latest occurrence.
She followed his descent, and they wandering in and amongst catacombs, stars, and prey again – her eyes drifting, catching the nuances and glows of the blink hares once more. But her own human mind won out over the animalistic, predatory consignments for a moment, pondering Aamu’s answer.
Then what would it be? The Old Gods? A punishment – two Ascended drifting out into the world? Daring to be something in the wake of all these ancient things? To the ones who couldn’t change, except to erode? Who had the arcane wake posted beside their names, to remind others that they couldn’t be altered, couldn’t be evolved?
Or something else, another foreign entity, altogether? A legend, a myth, a story, missed in between the folklore?
MABEL
