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.
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hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Once Lena had an idea, she usually stuck to it. Determined, resolute, resolved in her notions, she’d gathered the necessities for a visit to the Celestine shrine, embarking towards Nature Frey’s statue, before settling down in front of it. She’d done this multitudes of times before – traditional since the time the sisters had been very young, and even if now there was only…her, she’d still carry on.
Arranging the fruits, the cream, on an ornate plate laced and layered with leaves from the Oerwoud, the Caretaker kneeled, head bowed, as she began to summon the reasons for appearing. Her voice resounded, gentle and soothing, amongst the wildlife and world she cultivated. “Frey, you have already done so much for me.” Given her a role, a service, she’d always craved and yearned and cherished. “I was hoping I could do something in return, for those that need to be healed.” Animals, people, those who required aid, but simply couldn’t do it themselves. “An item, perhaps, to ensure they are mended and soothed.” And with the war coming…how many would need it?
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With so many favoured in one place, fickle spirits tend to leave you alone. You cannot be cursed when visiting a shrine by a spirit. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each shrine post).
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
From her position of supplication, Lena will suddenly feel the presence of something warm, furred, and loudly purring around her. On nimble and silent paws the pale cat darts towards the cream, immediately plunging its face into the bowel and happily lapping up the offering.
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
The answer wasn’t what she’d been hoping for – but there would be other time, other ventures. She hid her disappointment well, tucking it away for another moment. Maybe Frey was busy. Maybe Lena hadn’t been doing enough. Maybe luck hadn’t prevailed at this hour. Nevertheless, eyes hastened over the pale figure that roamed, regardless of any divinity or supplication.
Smiling, she had to laugh as the cat nestled and purred nearby, snagging at the offering. Hello there, the Caretaker extended through Attuned measures, wondering if this was some adventurous spirit, or merely a feline who’d taken to wandering into the midst of the shrine and Celestine.
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
06-13-2022, 04:49 PM (This post was last modified: 06-13-2022, 04:50 PM by Random Event.)
hello comes the feline's reply, purring into Lena's mind even as it continued to lap up the cream. you are a very pretty one. It notes, hazarding a look over its shoulder. Droplets of white hang heavily on its whiskers before a long and subtly barbed tongue curls out to capture them. very pretty ones normally have other pretty ones with them and shiny things on their hands, but you don't. why is that?
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Sometimes she didn’t receive replies at all – so when she snagged at this one, there was a light laugh to follow, a handwave in direction of the compliment. Thank you. So are you. Even if it had snagged at all the cream for a deity.
The question gave her the slightest pause, brows furrowing slightly as she became lost in thought, pondering over the insinuations. That she wasn’t married, perhaps? Or that she didn’t stroll arm-in-arm with someone? Maybe I’m simply too busy, and she winked, because it wasn’t much of a lie. Any and all relationships hadn’t been considered when delving into her role as Caretaker. There was enough on her plate along a daily basis, and well before any Ascended came into modes of destruction.
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
In response the cat purrs loudly, its tail flicking contentedly back in forth.
jbusy busy busy and then you'll die. The feline acknowledges, and, having finished the cream, daintily sits down that it might begin the laborious task of using its paws to clean the cream from its whiskers.
but at least you're having fun. It adds as its eyes suddenly sharpen and look towards the attuned, fixing her pointedly as if to say, you are having fun, aren't you?
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Her eyes fell to the stone at the cat’s speech, brows furrowing further; not out of anger or fury, but perhaps some telling of the truth that she hadn’t heard in such terms before. The same hadn’t happened to Sera – chaos and catastrophe and casualties had stolen her sister away. But Lena’s methods of handling her grief had been to bury herself in her work, and how a feline had managed to see that well before the Caretaker acknowledged it left her a little bewildered.
She did laugh though, but it was soft, and somewhat sad. I hope it doesn’t turn out that way. Indulging with some sort of smile, a means of defense, her eyes went back to the ivory cat. For the most part. Because she loved her occupation, and her home…but there had never been much else. What do you do for fun? As if, perhaps, to put it back upon the far too clever feline.
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
Still seeming quite smug, the pale cat flicks its tail in response—or lack thereof—to Lena's optimism. What the caretaker hoped for and what would inevitably befall her were worlds away from one another. Galaxies apart in fact, such that not even the likes of Safrin could bring them back together again.
i enjoy being pet. The cat replies with a feline smile. but only in certain ways and at certain times. cats get a bad rep for that you know, but it is only because very few are willing to respect our boundaries. The creature flicks its tail. but i don't think that's worth apologizing for, do you?
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Remaining in her kneeling crouch, the youth’s smile turned more genuine; less of a somber affair, and more of a delicate, gentle balance. The cat’s response might have embellished the grin, the small shake of her head, the code of agreement between a balancing of boundaries. No. You shouldn’t have to apologize for any of that. Felines were known for their own terms – much like some people. And perhaps more of the latter should have anointed their own limitations. Maybe the world would’ve been better off. Your kind has always been very clear on their terms. Something the Caretaker could respect – with any and every animal that made its way into the Celestine.
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
yes The cat agrees, before its jaws open to reveal glistening teeth and a tongue lightly flecked with small barbs. and now i think i would like a nap. all that cream has gone to my head, not that i mind, of course. Its claws flash warningly at Lena as it stands and stretches.
you are a good caretaker lena. It thinks casually, shooting her a look over its shoulder. i hope you do not miss your sister too terribly much. she is in a better place. one you shall join soon.
Was that ominous? Was 'soon' relative? uhh..??!
With a flick of its tail, the cat disappeared into the lush foliage of the Celestine.
