Let my mind be your freedom

Zafina · (This post was last modified: January 06, 2019, 06:50 PM by Zafina.)

Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

"Niekinuas zizelsa."The words were a soft and beautiful song, something which gilded the harsh reality with a soothing and kind fantasy. However, inwardly, Zafina was irritated that this mortal dared to question her so carelessly, without any semblance of respect. But how could she fault them? The wench had no clue who Zafina was. So how could she fault her?

"My name isn't very needed; you wouldn't have any clue who I am, nor would you care to know me", she waved the first question away with a nonchalant whisk of decadent words. She had a feeling she wouldn't have any affiliation with this scarlet-backed woman, anyways. Being greeted so apathetically curled the witch's insides, and she knew she wouldn't be too fond of this useless girl.

"I am looking for a place to rest this body...is this plot available? Are there servants around?" How could she expect there to be any servants around? It seemed everyone was out for themselves, here...there was no respect on this plane. Let alone for the Divine. Mortals seemed to have no culture, anymore. No sense of religion, no worship to the beings who gave them their ablity to exist. It burned Zafina inside and out, as she regarded this life before her with careful crimson irises. It was her own duty as a Celestial to create the unfoldings of time and contradict all of what mattered most. But then again, that was what she had gotten banished for, supposedly...

Her trouble-making sorcery.

But every sky will build my throne.