6/4/2025, 9:00 PM
skill: soothsayer
Hope was dwindling; she could see it in the faces of those she met, their drained eyes and thinning waists. Aelia wondered how much worse it could get — and she remembered seeing the decayed world in her dreams, where shadows grasped whatever they could get their dark hands on and feasted. She prayed to The Five that it wouldn't be a case like that. That something, someone, somewhere would make a break in this thing. She hoped it'd be her and Amaris, but at this damned point, anyone would do.
The alabaster stranger's mouth moved a mile a minute as questions whirled out of her mouth. She almost felt as if she were being interrogated, and there was a flicker of annoyance — but that also could have been the lack of sleep. The tufts of the tops of her ears swept in disapproval, airplaning slightly behind her before she took a deep breath, settling her flickering aura.
I come from Elysium, just North-West of here. The Howling River runs right through the territory we live in, it's poisoned and oozing.Not to mention the loud thoughts that came along with it — though she hardly thought the stranger would believe her.
I came in search of water, I used to frequent the Rise often,Back when she was trying to find the right frequency to speak to the Five, meditating on rocks and practically begging for a sign —
I remembered there being a lake here, I came to see if it was poisoned as well.
The levy weighed up a little in the stranger's voice, the softening of her tone making Aelia's ears rise back to their original form. She was just as lost as Aelia was — in terms of all this plague business. She wanted to easily blame it on the Five for something they all did, but this didn't feel like them. No, the dreams she got were from something else. Something deep within Mythris.
Something's awakening — have you... Had the dreams?Her voice lowered, feeling almost crazy asking her that question, but it was an important one.
'Do you need help?' Aelia couldn't bear to look herself in the eyes of her reflection, now that the waters had settled, she was afraid of what she would see peering back at her.
No, I'm just fine.Almost all of her ached to say differently. She wanted to break down. Curl up in a ball and sob for her mothers. Cry for the Five to take it all away from her. She'd been through so much in the past few months, and she felt as if she was on the edge of the world — a rope holding all of her family back from falling off, all of their sanities wavering. Her luminous eyes set on the stranger,
If anything, I figured you could use more help than me.Being alone out here, in an oncoming wasteland — it wasn't like their family was much better off but at least they had places to go, allies to rest with, if she could ever get her damn mothers to leave the Respite.
