L O S T
The cloak of the Vhaanir was pulled tight around her shoulders as the girl stepped into the snowstorm; winter was a harsh time for every world, but the mighty fist that was brought down upon the mining world was as oppressive as they came.
Mysa was no stranger to ice and snow. Midvinter was her home, even if she had been born elsewhere. It was the place she became the Snowstrider. The place she became her own being. She had Thrand to thank for that. He had immersed her in the culture of his people, he had given her the gift of the Gods, the gift of Faith, of community. He had made her feel whole.
It was his cloak she wore. His cloak her nose nestled down into the fur of in order to stave off the bite of the ice which lingered in the frigid air.
Vanquo was a world away from Midvinter however; nature made itself known here, but so did the touch of man and machine. The contrast was odd, she could deal with it on most worlds but one which reminded her of her icy abode? It was difficult to wrap her head around. But she wasn't here to make sense of it, not for now at least.
She wandered through the forests, far from the mining facilities, the dull crunch of her boots in the snow the only accompanying sound for miles around. That was until the song of another kind of entity blew through the treetops. The Force was calling to her, the Voice of the Valkyri sent on the breeze by Odiir.
Mysa's hand dipped into her cloak, fingers curling around a tiny wooden figurine. The Vhaanir had seemed so much larger when she was younger, when she would play with it in the forests of Tabaqui and the snow of Midvinter.
Éar guide me the young girl prayed, as she was led into a clearing at the will of the Gods. Nothing had disrupted the snowfall in this particular area, no animal tracks to be found or bootprints.
Yet in the center of it, nestled atop the snow instead of within it, something glistened. A fragment of light that had to have been put there after the storm had hit. But there were no signs. No one had been here. So how had it come to be?
Mysa stared at the crystal. She stared, and she waited for a sign.
[member="Marius"]
Mysa was no stranger to ice and snow. Midvinter was her home, even if she had been born elsewhere. It was the place she became the Snowstrider. The place she became her own being. She had Thrand to thank for that. He had immersed her in the culture of his people, he had given her the gift of the Gods, the gift of Faith, of community. He had made her feel whole.
It was his cloak she wore. His cloak her nose nestled down into the fur of in order to stave off the bite of the ice which lingered in the frigid air.
Vanquo was a world away from Midvinter however; nature made itself known here, but so did the touch of man and machine. The contrast was odd, she could deal with it on most worlds but one which reminded her of her icy abode? It was difficult to wrap her head around. But she wasn't here to make sense of it, not for now at least.
She wandered through the forests, far from the mining facilities, the dull crunch of her boots in the snow the only accompanying sound for miles around. That was until the song of another kind of entity blew through the treetops. The Force was calling to her, the Voice of the Valkyri sent on the breeze by Odiir.
Mysa's hand dipped into her cloak, fingers curling around a tiny wooden figurine. The Vhaanir had seemed so much larger when she was younger, when she would play with it in the forests of Tabaqui and the snow of Midvinter.
Éar guide me the young girl prayed, as she was led into a clearing at the will of the Gods. Nothing had disrupted the snowfall in this particular area, no animal tracks to be found or bootprints.
Yet in the center of it, nestled atop the snow instead of within it, something glistened. A fragment of light that had to have been put there after the storm had hit. But there were no signs. No one had been here. So how had it come to be?
Mysa stared at the crystal. She stared, and she waited for a sign.
[member="Marius"]