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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2017 4:52 pm
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It was hard to say what drew her to a place exactly - betimes it was a single guttering soul and others it was the earth itself, crying up quietly to pluck at the strings of her heart. The message was never clear but the song was always loud and alluring, enough that she followed it like a moth to a flame.
Today, without a doubt, she knew it was the lands through which she roamed that spoke to her. It wasn't only the feeble song of a land reborn, springing back from damp soil and mottled foliage, but the smell of fresh life as it emerged from beneath the wreckage. Today, she was the omen of life returning as surely as the lioness she saw pacing before her along the river banks with a sagging belly. Life returned in many ways.
For a time she simply followed in silence, watching the figure like a fiery shadow. It was only after time had passed and her path had remained unaltered that she presented herself to the other lioness.
"How long ago was the storm?"
That was sort of like saying hello, right?
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2017 12:40 pm
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At her answer, the goddess simply nodded her head, as if that made perfect sense. It set the crest above her brow to swaying slightly and her eyes drifted away, even as the lioness introduced herself and asked her own question. For a long moment, she didn't answer. Her large paws moved her forward so that she could meet the river's edge, leaving a wake of paw prints in the thick mud that was only slightly obscured by the tailfeathers that trailed her.
It was only after she dipped her mouth to the water and took a drink that she finally turned her bright eyes back upon the other.
"Na'ira, I am the Goddess of Rebirth."
To her, it made all the sense in the world - her name and nature were the answer to Svetlana's question. Remembering that mortals didn't always think about the strands of fate that bound the world, she did amend with a dismissive shrug:
"The lands called, I was curious."
If she found somewhat odd about Svetlana's nature, she did not show it, but simply ruffled the feathers of her wings and nodded her head forward so that the pair of them could continue the walk down the riverbed. Life was strongest next to the water and she had not seen her share of this reborn land.
"It is a good sign that they sing, at least."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 4:32 pm
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"All land has a voice," she said gently, "it's just a matter of what song they sing. Some of them are very, very sad."
The tone of her own words seemed to draw her attention away from the mortal lioness momentarily, drifting in her thoughts to another time and place far, far from where they stood now. She had been around so long and seen so many terrible things befall the realm of lions that it wasn't so very hard to imagine this land void of its pride.
It was the lioness' offer of food and rest that brought her back to the moment at last, banishing her thoughts with a smile as warm and bright as the fire that had brought her into this world.
"Ah, no, young one. I've no need to draw my needs from weak lands." She shook her head and sent the feather crest above her brow bobbing with the motion.
"Where does the river lead, if I might ask?"
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