Let my mind be your freedom

Zafina · January 22, 2019, 12:05 PM

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

She nodded at his revelation; it was clear from his mannerisms alone that he was far from the barbarians that resided in these wilds. He had the patience and calm demeanor of an avalanche that knew it was capable of taking you whole, but bided its' time until it was in the mood to. The iceberg which knew that it could take enough burden to surprise even itself. Kove was much like Gladion, the Lord of the Cold Times, who had come from the siring of Hycen, the God of Vaccum. Gladion was an ever patient one, who knew well his weight when he needed to throw it. Stars forbid you get on his bad side...the Celestial had a cold shoulder like no other.

"Would you believe me if I told you 'the stars'?" she asked with a wiry smile on her lips. She could believe him if he said no- as many mortals as she had come across, she knew their capability to grasp beyong the mortal plane was very limited. They did not often believe in ncarnations, and had they, then they wouldn't believe their sight even if one stood before them in real life. They would write it off as someone being a lunatic, as heresy. But to those who worshiped daedric gods, Zafina had a slight hope for these wolves-
even if the redhead cream one had initially vexed her.

"He was old," she returned the subject to her mentor of this culture. "But he still handled himself well. Spoke of you all, what legacy you all held and where to find you. I asked him to return with me, but he said there was something here that forbade him from going, and that there was task the Dread Father had put him on before he could return to Meldresi." She shook her head at the memory of the man, trying to no miss the wise old mortal. "Whether he was successful or not, I have no bearing. But to see he had not reached you all yet does no good."

But every sky will build my throne.