sleeping in a coffin

Kiada

There is no answer, but the Harpy doesn’t expect one. She doesn’t know the power behind the shrines, of the gods when they wish to speak to someone. She doesn’t know that they come down from wherever it is they go, to tangibly touch the mortals in their presences and advices. So it is not lost on her, when nothing happens and she can remain, venting in a quiet sorrowful state. Yet while there’s no god to come down and speak to her, there is a strange somber presence that appears. A quiet ruffling, warm and bright despite the darkness of her heart and the pain that cinches around it ever so tighter.

A feeling, a rustling of her note, like others there she could lean on. Yet there’s no one when she opens her eyes and stares at the shrine and turns her head to scout the room around her. There’s no one there she can see, and yet the girl finds the smallest bit of comfort with the gesture. Perhaps it is Ru’in out there, somewhere, no longer tangible but enough to tell her things would be okay. She doesn’t feel it, deep down, but the warmth and the touch that came from the shrine was enough for her.

She remains for a while, thinking things over, clutching her note and staring without quite seeing, before she stands to leave the room and the feeling of warmth behind it. Perhaps things would be okay, but she didn’t think that she would ever be the same.

I think I am dangerous now...