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the revelation - Hemera - April 01, 2025
for @Siofra Hawthorne !! <3
Hemera wandered the mountains, relentless in her search for the sacred peak. The Sunspire was vast, its ridges and summits stretching endlessly, yet none bore the likeness of the vision He had bestowed upon her. Each dawn brought renewed hope, each dusk a quiet ache of disappointment.She had told no one; not even Periane. This was her burden to carry for now, a trial set forth by the Lord Himself. But as the days stretched on, as the final peak, the Lone Star, proved to be yet another deception, her steps grew heavy.
At last, fairy body yielded to exhaustion, sinking into a quiet clearing nestled at the base of the mountain. The air was still, the sky vast above her. Hemera exhaled, her breath barely stirring the quiet earth. Plum eyes turned heavenward:
„Lord, give me a sign,” she murmured, voice soft but certain. „Show me if I have already walked upon sacred ground.”
But the heavens remained silent; no light split the clouds, no voice stirred the wind. And so, she waited, gathering her strength, her faith unwavering, for she knew He would answer in time. The sandwoman would soon reunite with her sister priestess and proceed to new grounds.
RE: the revelation - Siofra Hawthorne - April 02, 2025
The woman slowly made her way through the ethereal landscape, maintaining a continuous pace, as though she were chasing the rise and fall of the sun. Her pads were hardened with wear. She had yet again fallen victim to her irrational fear of dormancy. It had been well over a full moon cycle since Siofra had last seen the grace of her home, and yet, she continued to be restless.
Excessive travel wasn't good for the body. Had she left all of her sense back at her kingdom? It was as though she were desperately searching for something. Something which...she could not pinpoint. Her expression held no sense of emotion, just plain neutrality as she walked through the greenery.
The canopies above resembled the verdant forests of seagrass if they had been plucked from the seas and placed into the sky. Their branches loomed, pointing earthward, and harbored the appearance of...another figure. Siofra paused, allowing herself to have a brief moment of thought. It was uncharacteristic of her to approach a stranger without due reason. However, the impulsive side of her, which she so desperately tried to conceal, won her over in that moment. It appeared that the two would cross paths regardless, and she desired an excuse for a break.
Slowly, Siofra approached the wisp among the willows, a celestial breath from the gods. Her posture spoke of a polished character. And thus, she too would display hers.
"Excuse me," The exile spoke in a hushed tone as she stepped closer, slithering around the perimeter of a trunk. She was careful to avoid any significant disturbance. her olive gaze settled upon the lass, and she mustered up an inviting look. "...I search for the plains. Do you think you could point me towards the general direction?"
RE: the revelation - Hemera - April 02, 2025
The Lord had answered; but not in the way she had expected. No voice from the heavens, no light carving through the clouds. Instead, He sent a woman, dark as the earth after rain, her posture regal, her gaze steady. A creature of shadow and soil, stepping forth as though drawn by the same unseen hand that guided the sandwomans path.
Hemera adjusted herself, head tilting in quiet curiosity, her tail flickering like the final stroke of a candle flame. The plains? The word lingered between them, foreign on her tongue. Her gaze wandered briefly, tracing the curve of the distant ridges, the breath of the wind rolling over the mountaintops.
„You must go east,” she murmured, voice light as drifting sand, „beyond these mountains.” And yet, her eyes did not leave the stranger now, the weight of something unseen pressing upon her spirit. Why had God sent this woman here? Why had their paths entwined in this wilderness? A sign had been given; just not the one she had prayed for.
A soft smile unfurled on her lips, the light of quiet understanding flickering behind her plum-hued eyes. Rising to her feet, she stepped forward, measured, deliberate, a seeker drawn toward the unknown.
„Tell me,” she breathed, the question hanging between them like a thread spun by fate, „What is it you seek in the plains?”
RE: the revelation - Siofra Hawthorne - April 03, 2025
Siofra's golden irises briefly followed the madam's words as they drifted eastward. A hum of approval sounded from her throat. That feathery tone of voice, the way she carried herself with such certainty... the opposing woman reminded her of the very ones she once strived to imitate.
The oracle took a step forth, and her attention was lassoed back to her situation. She gave a flick of an ear. It was a perfectly reasonable question to ask. But Siofra had been relinquished from all duties, and she hadn't quite assimilated herself to the concept of doing things simply because 'she desired to'. It was a foreign idea that she continued to deny. And so, she would craft a reason, one that didn't hold the weight of true responsibility, but still a reason.
A forced gripped her heart, preventing her from blurting out a lie motivated by a want for confidentiality. But perhaps she could offer a partial truth...
"I seek a sense of direction. It's easier to tell north from south without trees and mountains blocking your view." Perhaps not the full story, but it would suffice. The earthly maiden pondered whether the one which stood before her-- the stranger-- could see through her facade. Those eyes...they spoke of great perception, and it made her feel bare. Few could truly make her feel such a way. It was a dangerous feeling. Danger had a habit of following the footsteps of uncertainty.
And so, the wanderer would reflect the focus onto the canine forged from light, something she couldn't help but ask given her past encounters...
"Forgive me for asking-- are these lands occupied by any chance?~"
RE: the revelation - Hemera - April 04, 2025
The priestess stood still while the other spoke, quiet as wind brushing cross her crown. The soft cadence of her voice held something curious, hesitant cloaked in reason. Hemera did not press; she rarely needed to. Her gaze, warm and ever-seeing, traces the lines of the sirens face, but not judgement settled there; only understanding, quiet and rooted as the bones of earth. There was truth, somewhere in the answer, she could feel it; not full, perhaps, but not false either, a half-lit candle was still a flame.
When the question returned to her, Hemera smiled; light, unbothered, touched by the breeze that teased the feathers of her fur. Her head tilted slightly, a motion akin to a curious bird, thoughtful and mild. She would not reveal too much, not yet; her path was still unwritten. The sandwoman stepped closer, gracefully, the space between the two filled with meaning.
Her answer came as a hymn in gentle twilight; „Nothing yet claimed, nothing yet carved.” plum gaze slipped to the willows that covered the land, „But it will be, in time, by worthy hands.” She then traced the soft curve of her fur, „If you are here, perhaps you are meant to be.” The Lord has guided you to me.
RE: the revelation - Siofra Hawthorne - April 06, 2025
"What an interesting possibility." No more was said.
There were many things that she was meant to be, meant to do. However, that all had been torn apart by the seams and ripped from her calloused palms. Siofra's devotion to her gods had once burned brightly, and yet, the faint undertone of skepticism within her voice betrayed that former reality. But...the way the lady's eyes shone of fate, the gentle assurance in her voice... Siofra wanted to believe her. Wanted to believe that she was guided by a purpose. Even if she were simply clinging to a delusion, it felt good in that moment.
Although the majority of the siren's stubborn guard remained, portions of it was slowly being eroded by the waters of the woman's grace. Hostility did not cling to the atmosphere-- as far as she could tell. Her still gaze refused to sway from the madam, perhaps out of fear that if she were to look away, she would vanish among the willows.
Sage irises searched the stranger's svelte exterior for any hint of a story or unvoiced thought. Siofra desired to put a name to face in that moment:
"...What do they call you?"
RE: the revelation - Hemera - April 12, 2025
The question did not surprise her; nor did the searching gaze, or the quiet desperation woven beneath them like threads unraveling in silence.
Hemera held her olive eyes, gentle and unwavering; like the dawn brushing against the shadowed curve of night. When she finally spoke, it was not with grandeur or pride, but the cadence of one who had whispered her name in prayer long before she’d ever claimed it aloud.
„They call me Hemera,” she said, voice soft as spring rain. „Copila luminii.” A pause then; „But I am only what the Lord wills me to be.” She dipped her head faintly, not as submission, but as reverence. There was power in knowing who you served. And in that moment, she offered not just a name, but a glimpse into a faith that had never left her, even when all else had.
„And if you have wandered far from Him,” she added, almost a whisper, „know that He has not wandered far from you.”
RE: the revelation - Siofra Hawthorne - April 17, 2025
'Copila luminii'... The woman spoke in a foreign tongue.
Although Siofra's mind couldn't quite grasp the words she uttered, her body communicated in a language that transcended all barriers. Poised, assured, yet far from arrogant. The name of the Lord was unfamiliar to Siofra's ears...however, it was evident that the one before her treaded a lit path. Even if she could not see it, she would approach the mist of the unknown with nothing short of respect.
Hemera... it was a sturdy name.
"I have wandered far from many things," Siofra breathed, her tone smooth, honest. "...But it is rare that I meat someone so grounded. Your faith is strong, Hemera."" A compliment. Something that she did not give out thoughtlessly. The lady returned the gesture with a small bow of her own. And then, her personal title, bare and true: "My name is Siofra."
Her pupils lingered on the lucent plum eyes. Perhaps she was mistaken-- it was no more than a wisp-- but a hint of fatigue seemed to be placed upon her, and perhaps she too had found herself in the same situation as the exile. Worn by travel. However, a sense of admiration would steer the maiden away from bluntness. Averting her gaze to scan the canopies, her words came light, either to be addressed or blown away, "Have you travelled far?"
RE: the revelation - Hemera - April 22, 2025
The question did not startle her, nor did the eyes that watched her with such quiet reverence. The sandwomans head tilted faintly to one side, as if listening not only to the words, but to the wind that wove them. The ‘Child of Light’ was not a name given lightly. And yet, in this moment, she wore it without weight. The light glistened across her pale fur, gold-washed to her sides. She stood as one might before a chapel gate, still and solemn, but never harsh. Her limbs, long and slender, moved with a grace that suggested not just poise but purpose. A breath passed her lips, touched with warmth.
„You honor me, Siofra,” her voice was soft, as dewdrops falling onto still water. „But my feet have wandered just as yours have. Far, and often without clarity.” Her plum gaze, too bright to be tired, yet too steady to be untroubled, lingered on the woman before her. There was curiosity there, but also restraint, a knowing that some stories must be earned rather than asked. „I have crossed rivers whose names I no longer remember,” she continued, stepping forward, paws brushing aside dried leaves without sound. „Mountains with no altars, lands that do not speak the name of the Lord.” A pause, not heavy; contemplative.
For many weeks, her steps had echoed beside Periane, her sister priestess. They moved as one beneath the gaze of the heavens, bound by prayer and purpose. But when the Lord cast His light upon her, when the dream unfolded like a scroll unrolled before the altar, unease crept in with the dawn. The vision had spoken, and with it came the call: the peak must be found. Yet whether the path would rise gently or break beneath their feet; that was not for her to decide. It rested in His hands alone. If He willed hardship, they would endure. If He offered ease, they would give thanks.
„Yet I carry Him still.” Her eyes flicked skyward, where the sun began its slow ascent. „So long as there is light, I walk.” She did not speak of exhaustion. She did not speak of the moments when faith dimmed, when solitude became silence too loud to bear. Those belonged to the hours of prayer and starlight. Instead, she looked at Siofra, not with pity, nor with pride, but as one might gaze upon a lantern met in the dark. „Perhaps He has brought us to the same path for a reason.”