AoI - 100 Themes V1: 31. FlowersThe blooms iridesce-ed, flickering between states of existence, it was a wonder that word of the plant had not spread before; having always been there. However it was equally possible they had only recently appeared and retroactively always been there, that seemed the more likely explanation, as unlikely as it was. It bestowed for a time a kind of pre-cognizance, like observing the flow of time while not strictly being moved by it, however when processed a certain way it allowed the subject to look back re-experiencing their past; no wonder a black market had sprung up around their trade.
AoI - 100 Themes V1: 23. CatShe always seemed to have a stack of papers with her whenever she saw her, Llandi considered her one of the most intelligent in the bar. Cat had had this air constant positivity about her when Lland first met her, but she had seen her when she thought no one was watching, crumple into a heap of frustration and despair. Her friendship with Lottie seemed one of her few joys, but now even that seemed to crumbling, not that their relationship had fallen apart, if anything that seemed stronger than ever before, rather she worried about her more than ever.
AoI - 100 Themes V1: 21. Vacation‘The Vacation’, that’s what they called it, an innocuous little word to describe horrors, that, since the spirit walk she didn’t need to imagine... and they were only shadows of the trauma that she had faced down, in that black hell-scape of merged mind space.
She wasn’t sure if the others ever fully realized what had happened on their ‘Holiday,’ it would explain their incomprehension of the way they worked, how she could overlook things others saw as wrong, she sometimes caught herself viewing from the outside and wondered; if she didn’t know, would she too misunderstand and fear them?
A New RecruitHe’s green, literally as well as figuratively; the green veins stand out a mile and mark him out as a magic user, vibrating with the force of his eagerness, if not some quantity of nervousness as well…
hmm, we shall see.
He announces that he has come to join the adventurers, and hears that this is the place to come; the others flock to him soon enough…
New flesh to take the place of old.
I step back let the others have at him first, watch and learn from their reactions…
Seems earnest enough.
He takes it all in, the whole maddening truth of it, even if he does not understand it all, or comprehend his place in it, or the greater consequence, he nods and accepts our word…
There are few enough that would accept it, even when seeing with their own eyes.
He is advised to introduce himself to everyone, and he does so, working his way around the room, one by one&
Choices to Come"… and be healed.”
One more saved, for now.
Llandi thinks; as she surveys the fray around her, how are her brothers fairing, where is her pack?
On the far side of the field a crumpled pile, she races headless through swinging blades and flailing limbs, jincking around scuffles;
If she had the time she may pause to reflect on how what seems to be a mass of bodies from the outside, becomes a gathering of small groups all engaged in their own particular dance of death, once you know the moves it becomes easier to track the dancers...
But for now she runs, ducking and diving, she doesn’t need to out run them for long, just long enough to do her job, so they can do theirs.
The crumpled pile is stood over by one of the enemy, she hisses and goads, hoping to find an opening, a blurred form of one of her brothers streaks past and engages the beast, giving her the opening she needs.
Her pack mates lie on the ground at her feet, one draped over the other, t
Like a Leif on the windLlandi decided she liked Leif, he reminded her some what of Silva; his easy laugh and approachable nature, contrasted by his ability to switch to a more serious demeanor.
Se realized that though he may associate with those who took their situation lightly, he had a level head on his shoulders; a hidden seriousness belied by his near constant smile.
What complicated matters was, when on a spirit walk he appeared as her master Gilnar; Llandi had always respected Leif, but this raised him in her estimation, always having held his good opinion in high regard, super imposed with the memory of her master she almost saw this as a second chance, learning from him the skills he had to teach.
But life has a bitter kind of irony, in a twisted symmetry of the past that had drawn her to cross paths with the adventurers, the teacher fell to secure the retreat of the student, the master reborn felled, and once again she had failed to prevent it.
The reflection of Silva fall
AoI - 100 Themes V1: 18. RainbowHe was a riot of color, in a room too used to dark tones of secrecy and war; shadow black, earth brown, swamp green, Gold of rank, Blue of authority, Blood red, these hues were the bar, to them he added the rest of the spectrum of life, a positive rainbow in both clothing and deed; Pure White, Blazing oranges and yellows, Azure of the sky and Purple of Amonia (much to some adventurers chagrin).
Fervent in his belief that love could fix all; all things considered the bar was probably not the best place to preach that particular belief.
AoI - 100 Themes V1: 7. Heaven“If there’s a heaven, it’d better be bloody worth it.” She says over the mug, taking a swig of brown murky infusion, “I have my faith.” He replies scratching at his notebook, she snorts, a brief mischievous glint in her eye. They had been meeting every morning for some time, the theological debate never got far; could have been the somber nature of morning, the fact it‘s difficult to have any kind of conversation around fiercely praying knights… possibly there were too many branches on the rabbit warren of thought that neither wished to risk losing themselves to doubt again.