Me dice la luna que tienes un sueño

Zafina · April 26, 2019, 05:10 PM

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

At the agreeance, Zafina hurries her pace as much as her body would allow her, ignorant of the strain she was putting her catalyst through. She did not care- her selfish need to keep these young free was all she could muster her mind to fathom. She could barely focus on her escort’s words, the sounds barely registering until she needed to inhale.

“He is nowhere to be found. And I can not rely on his faulty presence to keep these spawn safe. I am praying to the Divines that they allow my plan of refuge to root.”

It had to. If she could not birth in safety, this chaotic realm would be the end of them- the peons of this plane would overwhelm even her. The Witch was trapped in mortal frame- how could it not?

”[font]Should I be accepted here, safely brought and given protection amongst his blood, I will bless you when you need it most[/font],” she cast a promise of glance between her and her escort. A Goddess’ promise was always true to form, and once needed, Zafina or some miracle with the bipolar signature of the Divine, herself, would grace the woman with whatever it was she needed then and there.

They could not be too far now, could they? Time melted around her, seemingly taking years, throunsands of them, for them to reach these borders.
Where could they be?

But every sky will build my throne.