09-05-2021, 04:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-22-2021, 10:58 PM by Olive. Edited 2 times in total.)
More than she truly was a sun-being, Olive was a nocturnal creature. The moon ruled over her as a grandmother would watch over her grandchild, gently coaxing the ignorant, little thing in the direction it needed to go. It was only ever glimpsed at night, and the magic of the moon's light was only available during the night's highest hour. Normally, when she would venture out in the lateness of the evening, the moon would already cast its milky glow upon the earth, swathing her in its tender embrace — but these nights the moonglow fell in wisps and was easily swallowed by the darkness. A new moon would occur in just a few days, heralding a further cyclical change into autumn. An auspicious time, indeed.
It was during these monthly events, when everything was entirely obscured by night's darkness, that the gods spoke the loudest. Without the moon commanding alls' attention, the forces and voices danced. It did not happen without ritual, and for that, one needed ceremonial supplies. So sheltered in The Hireath was she, that when the shrouded woman climbed up to the plateau of the plains, she was both surprised by the progression of the moon's waning as well as her complete lack of preparation. The little witch set to work, walking amongst the prairie grasses, following her intuition, so that her divine impulses might lead her to whatever oddity or sacrifice might be needed of her. There were many questions she desired to have answered, mostly regarding the harsh treatment of the prisoner in Little Haven's care. She trusted the gods would have much to say on the matter.
It was during these monthly events, when everything was entirely obscured by night's darkness, that the gods spoke the loudest. Without the moon commanding alls' attention, the forces and voices danced. It did not happen without ritual, and for that, one needed ceremonial supplies. So sheltered in The Hireath was she, that when the shrouded woman climbed up to the plateau of the plains, she was both surprised by the progression of the moon's waning as well as her complete lack of preparation. The little witch set to work, walking amongst the prairie grasses, following her intuition, so that her divine impulses might lead her to whatever oddity or sacrifice might be needed of her. There were many questions she desired to have answered, mostly regarding the harsh treatment of the prisoner in Little Haven's care. She trusted the gods would have much to say on the matter.
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