the clearing bathed them in solentia’s light, a beacon of the gods’ approval, or so ione chose to believe. her gaze swept the land before them, and she could already see the possibilities—the life they would cultivate here, both for the reverence of the mothers and the survival of their own.
her steps slowed as she reached the center of the clearing, her paws brushing against the frost-coated ground.
she turned fully to face the starling, her rounded frame silhouetted by the faint winter light.
we will grow plants to heal,she began, her voice soft but firm, reverent as she spoke of their purpose.
to soothe the mothers, to mend the men. to honor their strength and their purpose.
her steps slowed as she reached the center of the clearing, her paws brushing against the frost-coated ground.
but there will be another section. one for balance. remedies for... other needs.her eyes flicked toward genevieve, the weight of her words measured but undeniable.
poisons. toxins. agents of sleep. these too have their place in the world, for the mothers teach us that light cannot exist without shadow.
she turned fully to face the starling, her rounded frame silhouetted by the faint winter light.
will you help me build this balance, genevieve?
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RE: star - by Ione - December 30, 2024, 09:15 PM