Venat has been walking for some time, but this place is inspiring regardless. The glow, the flowers, all the sights and sounds and smells show that this place's maker was inspired. There's a lot to be said for that; Venat was once truly a seeker of inspiration, an observer of life and all it contained. Perhaps she'll get the chance again? A new lease on life, as it were. That'd be nice.
For now, she's ostensibly seeking flowers, and even if she's a mite distracted and a tiny bit lost, she'll keep going until she has enough.
Night Procession, part the First
The Night Procession is quite a sight, but their requests for stories give Venat more pause than the sight.
"Oh dear, I couldn't possibly name just one animal!" A soft laugh accompanies the words. She's not sure how to narrow down the list. "I've known so many! Perhaps... oh, perhaps you could help?" She gestures to someone walking nearby - another inhabitant of this strange world. "Have you known any particularly memorable creatures in your time?"
Night Procession, part the Second
Venat walks, delicately so as not to disturb the plants, through the grove. To the stag, she simply smiles and shakes her head. "The accomplishments of man did ever shine, but my greatest deed was merely to snuff that light out. I have nothing worthy to share."
The fox and bird, however, she can help. "I will find your notes, that your song may ring out evermore, and your lights will shine again if I can do anything to help them." For a while, she walks as a spirit, listening and keeping an eye out for her quarry, wherever they may be.
Onward Ever, Deeper and Deeper
With a cask held carefully, walking slowly enough that it doesn't slosh, Venat walks with the procession, joined by more spirits than even she could imagine. It's enough to make her ancient mind spin, but she dares not spill her water. Still, she smiles brightly as each spirit joins the group. "Yes... for love, of the world and each being on it. I understand." Her smile, however, is sad, as if she's elsewhere. She hears, she learns, she feels, she embraces, she thinks, but her heart is elsewhere until the ceremony ends.
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Venat has been walking for some time, but this place is inspiring regardless. The glow, the flowers, all the sights and sounds and smells show that this place's maker was inspired. There's a lot to be said for that; Venat was once truly a seeker of inspiration, an observer of life and all it contained. Perhaps she'll get the chance again? A new lease on life, as it were. That'd be nice.
For now, she's ostensibly seeking flowers, and even if she's a mite distracted and a tiny bit lost, she'll keep going until she has enough.
Night Procession, part the First
The Night Procession is quite a sight, but their requests for stories give Venat more pause than the sight.
"Oh dear, I couldn't possibly name just one animal!" A soft laugh accompanies the words. She's not sure how to narrow down the list. "I've known so many! Perhaps... oh, perhaps you could help?" She gestures to someone walking nearby - another inhabitant of this strange world. "Have you known any particularly memorable creatures in your time?"
Night Procession, part the Second
Venat walks, delicately so as not to disturb the plants, through the grove. To the stag, she simply smiles and shakes her head. "The accomplishments of man did ever shine, but my greatest deed was merely to snuff that light out. I have nothing worthy to share."
The fox and bird, however, she can help. "I will find your notes, that your song may ring out evermore, and your lights will shine again if I can do anything to help them." For a while, she walks as a spirit, listening and keeping an eye out for her quarry, wherever they may be.
Onward Ever, Deeper and Deeper
With a cask held carefully, walking slowly enough that it doesn't slosh, Venat walks with the procession, joined by more spirits than even she could imagine. It's enough to make her ancient mind spin, but she dares not spill her water. Still, she smiles brightly as each spirit joins the group. "Yes... for love, of the world and each being on it. I understand." Her smile, however, is sad, as if she's elsewhere. She hears, she learns, she feels, she embraces, she thinks, but her heart is elsewhere until the ceremony ends.