T I M E L E S S
Some stars were darker than others.
Others were meant to be snuffed out, floating in the ether and forgotten as their twinkle faded from the naked eye. Somewhere among those stars, both alit and forgotten, Yeva fell and crashed, colliding into a million moments. Seconds. Years.
Was.
Is.
Could be.
Never would.
A scream. A sigh.
A forgotten dream.
Her feet hit solid ground and the stormy whoosh ceased at once, replaced at last by crippling, dead silence. Black earth marked her arrival and crumbled rock embedded itself into her skin. The impact crumpled her, and the young Seer hissed in pain. She blinked back tears, her arrival more jarring than times before. Vague awareness sharpened to a dull confusion. Yeva picked herself off the floor. Pebbles were swiped from the softest parts of her flesh and she jumped as a new sensation entangled itself into her fingers.
Wisps of spider webbing that caught her at any chance. Reflex made her squirm, a flash of fear shocked her to instinct. Where am I? Her thoughts raced. She clawed at the icky feeling.
Above her any light from stars or sun or artificial means was near impossible, the only indication of the sky was the hole she had created, bursting through the dome of spider silk, stands swaying in the unfelt breeze. Was she in a cave? A web? Something scurried beneath her. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream as tiny spiders scattered across the floor.
Before Yeva could process the magnitude of what it meant to see another living thing, she was possessed with impulse. She shook out her hair, gritting her teeth long after she stopped shaking. She could feel the danger, clinging like spider silk. It was more than loneliness. More than fear. It was present and unseen, sticky and threatening.
Darkness was broken only by the presence of Astral stars from high above, casting dim tendrils of light to
[OOC: blah blah blah, great endless hall/cave of spiderwebbing, treasures of great wonders ensnared in all the webbing. items from [redacted] memories, yeva pulls free a brandy bottle with a note inside it, the clear memory. Unfortunately, this likely alerts someone or something that's she meddlin'. Note:
Glade 45, 122
To whom it may concern;
The bearer of this notife is one Mr. Rickter Maze, late of Kalzasi, who has presented himself to me on the date above. I do confirm upon my word that I am convinfed of his identity, and have ruled out all illusion or artifife.
Sworn and affirmed,
Corporal Ward
after opening the bottle, yeva is transported to [redacted]'s memory w/imogen. and scene]
Some stars were darker than others.
Others were meant to be snuffed out, floating in the ether and forgotten as their twinkle faded from the naked eye. Somewhere among those stars, both alit and forgotten, Yeva fell and crashed, colliding into a million moments. Seconds. Years.
Was.
Is.
Could be.
Never would.
A scream. A sigh.
A forgotten dream.
Her feet hit solid ground and the stormy whoosh ceased at once, replaced at last by crippling, dead silence. Black earth marked her arrival and crumbled rock embedded itself into her skin. The impact crumpled her, and the young Seer hissed in pain. She blinked back tears, her arrival more jarring than times before. Vague awareness sharpened to a dull confusion. Yeva picked herself off the floor. Pebbles were swiped from the softest parts of her flesh and she jumped as a new sensation entangled itself into her fingers.
Wisps of spider webbing that caught her at any chance. Reflex made her squirm, a flash of fear shocked her to instinct. Where am I? Her thoughts raced. She clawed at the icky feeling.
Above her any light from stars or sun or artificial means was near impossible, the only indication of the sky was the hole she had created, bursting through the dome of spider silk, stands swaying in the unfelt breeze. Was she in a cave? A web? Something scurried beneath her. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream as tiny spiders scattered across the floor.
Before Yeva could process the magnitude of what it meant to see another living thing, she was possessed with impulse. She shook out her hair, gritting her teeth long after she stopped shaking. She could feel the danger, clinging like spider silk. It was more than loneliness. More than fear. It was present and unseen, sticky and threatening.
Darkness was broken only by the presence of Astral stars from high above, casting dim tendrils of light to
[OOC: blah blah blah, great endless hall/cave of spiderwebbing, treasures of great wonders ensnared in all the webbing. items from [redacted] memories, yeva pulls free a brandy bottle with a note inside it, the clear memory. Unfortunately, this likely alerts someone or something that's she meddlin'. Note:
Glade 45, 122
To whom it may concern;
The bearer of this notife is one Mr. Rickter Maze, late of Kalzasi, who has presented himself to me on the date above. I do confirm upon my word that I am convinfed of his identity, and have ruled out all illusion or artifife.
Sworn and affirmed,
Corporal Ward
after opening the bottle, yeva is transported to [redacted]'s memory w/imogen. and scene]