..N..O..N..L..E..T..H..A..L..
no more.
One foot in sea, one on shore.
My heart was never pure.
You know me.
The looking-glass in which Ivy stared was cracked and tarnished. Unable to be cleaned of imperfection, so too was her reflection. Much like her own self image - broken, never again able to be seen clearly by anyone. She was beyond being known so well as those of her past. Ivy barely even knew herself anymore.
But, she resigned to moving beyond this downward spiraling inner monologue of pity and shame. It was time to put this little haven of hers behind and seek out the things she had set her heart to do. She'd waited so long for a sign that when this one finally appeared she ran from it.
"You going to just keep running away?" the woman asked her reflection, gaze angry, disgusted. She pounded a fist against the wall, willing her resolve to remain intact. Reminding herself why she was hear and why she'd stayed for so long and why, now, she would finally leave.
"I'm not running," the reflection answer back but could not seem to make eye contact, maybe still not so sure.
She loosed a heavy breath and pulled the thick traveling cloak around her shoulders. With a cursory glance at the small quarters she had called her own on this strange Aing-Tii ship for the last several months, the woman turned and departed, making way to the central atrium where these strangers had arrived.
These Moross Crusaders.
She was going to leave with them whether they liked it or not.
@[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
One foot in sea, one on shore.
My heart was never pure.
You know me.
The looking-glass in which Ivy stared was cracked and tarnished. Unable to be cleaned of imperfection, so too was her reflection. Much like her own self image - broken, never again able to be seen clearly by anyone. She was beyond being known so well as those of her past. Ivy barely even knew herself anymore.
But, she resigned to moving beyond this downward spiraling inner monologue of pity and shame. It was time to put this little haven of hers behind and seek out the things she had set her heart to do. She'd waited so long for a sign that when this one finally appeared she ran from it.
"You going to just keep running away?" the woman asked her reflection, gaze angry, disgusted. She pounded a fist against the wall, willing her resolve to remain intact. Reminding herself why she was hear and why she'd stayed for so long and why, now, she would finally leave.
"I'm not running," the reflection answer back but could not seem to make eye contact, maybe still not so sure.
She loosed a heavy breath and pulled the thick traveling cloak around her shoulders. With a cursory glance at the small quarters she had called her own on this strange Aing-Tii ship for the last several months, the woman turned and departed, making way to the central atrium where these strangers had arrived.
These Moross Crusaders.
She was going to leave with them whether they liked it or not.
@[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]