Post by Claire on Jun 3, 2016 1:48:50 GMT
When Claire set foot back upon the bleached marble of the Moon Temple, she already knew that this was probably not the wisest idea. But this is where the people of Nova went to speak on the nature of souls and gods, so this is where she had to go. Trapped in the cold of a majority of the winter, she had watched her thirtieth winter pass with deep disatisfaction. Useless besides carriage robberies and avoiding the confusion and horde of beasts that passed in the frigid Novian winter, she had no idea if her presence had faded from memory of the Novian people as a fugitive. Regardless, she had a mission. And a promise to Core.
She’d get him his body back. And here would be as good of a place as any to look.
While she was trapped in the pit of the dungeons, separated from the shard of crystal from her homeland, she had no strange dreams of snow and blood. Now that Core was with her, however, she was beginning to have them again. Warped visions of festivals and battles and heartbreak and happiness, trapped behind the eyes of someone that knew her but not… her.
Her family would have been disappointed in her. By her thirtieth year she would have been expected to have had at least one child. Or died gloriously in battle. Accomplishing neither was a bitter sting. Instead she was here, in the temple of a foreign religion, searching out guidance for something she couldn’t really wrap her brain around still. But at the very least she could put the idea into a solid set of ideas. She had a new friend who was trapped in a sword. She needed him out of the sword and into a body. Some kind of body, she hoped that he wouldn’t be picky.
“Ah- hello?” Claire called out, pulling her cloak tighter around her as she stepped inside the quiet halls. Her worn boots padded along the ground, her growing out hair tapping her cheeks as she turned her head back and forth. “I am looking for… guidance.” she winced, that sounded awkward coming out of her mouth.
She’d get him his body back. And here would be as good of a place as any to look.
While she was trapped in the pit of the dungeons, separated from the shard of crystal from her homeland, she had no strange dreams of snow and blood. Now that Core was with her, however, she was beginning to have them again. Warped visions of festivals and battles and heartbreak and happiness, trapped behind the eyes of someone that knew her but not… her.
Her family would have been disappointed in her. By her thirtieth year she would have been expected to have had at least one child. Or died gloriously in battle. Accomplishing neither was a bitter sting. Instead she was here, in the temple of a foreign religion, searching out guidance for something she couldn’t really wrap her brain around still. But at the very least she could put the idea into a solid set of ideas. She had a new friend who was trapped in a sword. She needed him out of the sword and into a body. Some kind of body, she hoped that he wouldn’t be picky.
“Ah- hello?” Claire called out, pulling her cloak tighter around her as she stepped inside the quiet halls. Her worn boots padded along the ground, her growing out hair tapping her cheeks as she turned her head back and forth. “I am looking for… guidance.” she winced, that sounded awkward coming out of her mouth.
