Post by Fianna Dragonfly on May 1, 2014 20:44:20 GMT
Fianna Dragonfly did not sit within the Sacred Grove, she did not pace. She merely stood in an open space, face turned to the sky to allow the passing storms to spatter her with rain and wisdom when they would. The earth was heavy with damp beneath her bare feet, for she had removed her shoes to better root herself in the sacred space. It was cool, but never cold now that spring was strong. Memories flickered at the edge of her mind, times of deep snow and caves, times of endless waste with burning sun. Were these memories of her ancestors or things she had seen while in the world of the Fey? She did not know, but she allowed all to wash over her as she prepared her mind for the journey ahead.
The plague had turned people into dark creatures. Sick creatures. Those people had been honest, hard-working, and good folk at one time. Fianna contemplated the fact that she and the warriors whom she went forth with may soon be faced with more of the sick; she and the fighters might have to kill those who were once good, hard-working and honest folk. It wore heavy on her heart, but a cure must be found or the source must be stopped.
Fianna Dragonfly closed her eyes as a gentle rain began once again and allowed it to help wash the worry from her mind. She would do what she had to do to protect her brothers, her kin.
The plague had turned people into dark creatures. Sick creatures. Those people had been honest, hard-working, and good folk at one time. Fianna contemplated the fact that she and the warriors whom she went forth with may soon be faced with more of the sick; she and the fighters might have to kill those who were once good, hard-working and honest folk. It wore heavy on her heart, but a cure must be found or the source must be stopped.
Fianna Dragonfly closed her eyes as a gentle rain began once again and allowed it to help wash the worry from her mind. She would do what she had to do to protect her brothers, her kin.