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Post by Brynne on May 12, 2014 22:20:48 GMT -6
Brynne felt connected to the earth this day.. Her feet touched the plane of mortal ground, standing still and alone at the center of a field. It smelled of fresh dew. The spring was coming and the ground had already soaked in a fair share of rain. Good.. if anything she would ensure her people's crops did well and kept the pouring skies full and plenty. The ice was something she could not just change by will, for it was not all her's and it was great and vast - subject to the uknown entities and powers of natural life. But the clouds had bent to her command more than one could count. At times, the spirit of nature did what it had to in order to remain balanced.. but most times, it was open to persuasion. The field was beautiful and large, curving up and down in slopes of planted rows from some farmer who lived acres and acres away. Part of her wished to walk to his door, just as she was on this physical plane, and tell him that everything would be alright. But no - today was not the time. Today was a day for conversation. Brynne looked downwards to the thin blades at her hip, items she did not usually ever carry these days, and removed one from its casing to hold it up to the sky. A flock of crows broke from the treeline behind her at the sound of the crisp metal, flying past her as she barely pulled the other out as well and gazed at its edge. War was an awful thing... she had used these to strike Borim until he could fight no longer.. it made her heart ache.
She'd call her Speaker soon and couldn't have him see these blades to most likely question. It looked strange.. A Goddess out of her element and lifting a weapon of destruction into the sky. So she took one last glance at it, tilting it to catch a bit more light, and let a breath through her nose as she slid it back into its casing at her side. With her attention lifting to the crows that flew in-flock with one another further away - her voice called through the realms with an air of softness.. "Grayson." |
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Post by Grayson on May 18, 2014 12:06:55 GMT -6
AND IVE LOST WHO I AM AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY HEART IS SO BROKEN
Sitting on the docks, Grayson silently observed the comings and goings of boats and people. He felt comfortable here, the atmosphere was familiar. It was nice. But it also confused the young Speaker. He didn't understand why he connected so well with the docks of Hryst. The people even seemed familiar, but no one seemed to recognize him. In fact, no one seemed to notice him at all. He liked that, being almost invisible.
Gray lifted his face towards the sky, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face. He had seen a lot of people avoid this area of the country, choosing to skirt around the docks rather than walk through them. He didn't know why, though. Well, perhaps the smell of the place had something to do with it, but even then - didn't people eat these fish? Did they mind the smell when it was in their home? Taking a deep breath, Grayson decided that he may never truly and fully understand humankind, even though he possessed more humanity than he knew. A gentle breeze ruffled through his hair. And in the cool breeze, he heard someone call his name.
Grayson.
He knew that whisper of a breeze. His eyes did a quick scan of his environment. She wasn't here. If she had been here, she wouldn't have felt the need to call out to him. She would have simply come to him. But instead, she was calling him to her. Standing, Grayson stretched his arms over his head, tossing a couple grins at people who noticed his movement.
In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Squinting against the harsh sunlight, Grayson raised a hand to shield his eyes. It seemed to always be brighter when he was around Brynne. Always. He could feel her presence, the comfort of a mother's embrace, almost. At least, that's the best thing that Gray could compare it to. As far as he knew, however, Brynne was his mother. She had been present at his creation, and she had been with him ever since.
Lowering his arm, Grayson looked at his surroundings. Grass, fresh air, and bright sunlight. This wasn't Hryst. Not any of the main cities, anyways. His shadow drew his attention; it was distorted a bit, but the faint outline of large feathered wings emerged from his shoulders. Turning his bright eyes towards his creator, Grayson gave a wide grin. "Hi Brynne," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. He tilted his head to the side as he cast another look around. She was always so formal; he was learning more and more about their people, and he was adopting their mannerisms.
Hopefully she would think he was doing a good job.
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Post by Brynne on May 18, 2014 19:56:35 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE. The blades rested peacefully at her hip, as she wished they would have to for centuries and centuries to come. Her eyes flicked around to each, waving blade of grass that twisted gracefully by each, calm gust of growing wind across the field. At a distance, they appeared as if they were ebbing, flowing, washing. It was a farmer's ocean. Glorious.. proud.. strong.. and kind.
With the appearance on the blades in front of her of another shadow by her side, Brynne smiled at the small greeting and turned her head to look happily over at him. He stood like a grown child - if such a thing existed - mature and pure with a proving glint to his gaze. 'Hi'.. heh.. such a small word said so much. Surely she would have said hello - but it caused her to think back on the decision and return his informal greeting. It was familiar.. young and friendly. It sounded rather odd coming from her, but she did it with a smile.
"Hi, Grayson."
She faced him fully and lifted a hand to his shoulder, extending her hand slowly until her fingertips - physical and ethereal alike - felt the edge of his unearthly wings. Her head tilted and a few of her shining teeth. "Do you like them? When I used to fly.. I always only thought of the wind through my hair. And nothing else," a knowing look was casted to him. She had hoped that he felt free with them, that they'd encouraged his joy and made him all the more happy. Sadly, she hadn't flown for quite some time. Not in the other realm.. not within the skies.. perhaps that would have to change soon - as nostaligia was creeping up to the corners of her mind.
The Goddess took a step back from him and folded her hands behind herself and gave him a look-over. "You look well," she nodded slowly with the momentary shutting of her eyes, "Handsome. Healthy. I am glad," her smile widened into a larger grin - her words nothing but honest. But then she made a mock frown at him. "Why stand so unsure? Come, Grayson, surely you aren't nervous of me," she let a trill of laughter echo behind her collar bones and shook her head, ivory hair flowing with the motions. Jokingly, she opened her mouth into an "O" and gasped quietly, bringing a gently surprised hand up to it to cover it while her careful, quiet smug comment slipped in a near-whisper, "Or.. are you."
She couldn't hold it. Brynne laughed a little louder, simply swinging her arms around him and resting her forehead to his shoulder. "Ohhhh, Grayson!" her embrace tightened slightly before she moved him back and forth and eventually let go. Without another look or remark, the Goddess jogged forward through the tall and waving grass, dancing around her thighs, and beckoned him to follow. "Here!" her head turned back and she gave her speaker a wink, "The weather's gifted us with its beauty! Let's take advantage of it!"
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Post by Grayson on Jun 2, 2014 19:07:45 GMT -6
 and i can't understand~ 577 WORDS | BRYNNE | OUTFIT | NOTES |
His gaze danced along the length of one of Brynne's blades, admiring the way the sunshine seemed to reflect perfectly back at him everything she shifted. Hi, Grayson. Gray's entire body seemed to respond to the woman's greeting. His eyes brightened as they snapped to hers, a big grin on his face. Her fingertips slowly traced his wings - wings that only she could see. A shudder ran down his spine at her touch, making the man fidget. Do you like them? There was a longing in her voice, and it almost broke Grayson's heart. When I used to fly... I always thought of the wind through my hair. And nothing else. "I just appear places," he said. Flying wasn't something that he normally did. He really enjoyed walking among the people. "They are interesting," Gray said, as if he was certain Brynne would know what he was talking about. Then a worried look came over his face as he really thought about what the woman in white had said. "Why don't you fly anymore? If you like doing it, then do so."
Brynne stepped away from him, placing her hands ever so gracefully behind her back as she looked at him. This didn't help Grayson's worry. What was she looking at? He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, fidgeting again with the hem of his shirt. You look well. Handsome. Healthy. I am glad. His blue eyes rose from the ground to look into hers, studying her face for a moment. "Thank you, Brynne." His words were careful, full of uncertainty. What had brought this on? He enjoyed being complimented by his Goddess, and it made him very happy. Her words made his heart soar.
Why stand so unsure? Come, Grayson, surely you aren't nervous of me. Her laughter brought a small grin to his face, but he immediately dropped his gaze, instead looking at the woman's face. He saw her movements without having to look directly at her. Her shadow told him what she was doing. Or...are you? Gray snuck a quick glance up at her, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. "Maybe just a little bit," he said, his face scrunching up for emphasis on 'little'.
He was confused when Brynne erupted into laughter again, the sound melodic to his ears. But she then threw her arms around him waist, her head finding a resting place on his shoulder. Instinctively, Gray wrapped his arms around the woman in white, He was so much bigger than her, he had always known this. But now she seemed tiny and frail, and he was afraid that if he held her too tightly, she would break. She wouldn't, and he knew that. But the imagery stuck in his mind. Even though he was only her Speaker, he felt he would do much more for her if she asked it of him.
Her hold on him tightened, his name on her lips. And as soon as the embrace had began, she had released him, moving past him and dancing away. Gray turned, eyes following her every movement. Then she looked at him, calling him to her, and Gray smiled. The weather's gifted us with its beauty! Let's take advantage of it! "Where are you going?" he called out as he broke into a trot to keep up, the tall grass only barely reaching past his knees. A laught escaped his lips. "Where are we going?"
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Post by Brynne on Jun 7, 2014 22:23:40 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE.
He didn't seem to adore the wings as much as she had. But they were different souls from different origins. Perhaps the part of the journey was not as relieving and rewarding to him as the outcome was - the beginning and end.
"Why don't you fly anymore? If you like doing it, then do so."
Oh Grayson. Sweet, sweet Grayson. He was so pure to ask. Brynne just gave him a sad smile, knowing that the story was not for this time, nor would it fill him with any joy or fulfillment to know. It would simply waste his time.. be worthless. There was nothing major that had happened. Her children needed her - and so she raged more to calm harsher storms than flying on her own time for 'fun'. Her priorities had changed over her old and long years.
"Ohhh, Grayson.. Years change you," was all she spoke before she had run off. It wasn't that much later before he was bounding after her with beaming joy. He enjoyed the freedom of balanced nature.. they had that in common. There was something about the world's natural state in harmony with that of mortal beings that simply felt at peace. This farmer's field was glorious - and she was honored to be within it.
The more she jogged, the more the air raced through her hair.. and the more she became nostalgic about her flight. Brynne had always been born one with the skies above. The wind, the rain, the thunder, the storm.. She'd denied her natural life for quite some time to ensure the care of her children. But that was the price she vowed to pay when they all oathed to lead the nations. A price she'd pay again.
"Where are you going? Where are we going?"
"Heheh," she laughed lightly, waiting up a little for him to catch up until she grabbed a hold of his hand and - in seconds - levitated a few inches above the grass and zoomed above the tops of it holding on to him. She flew without a second though along the edges of the field, swirving here and there, letting her hand dip down into the grass, flowing wth the pattern of the wind. The goddess held his hand the entire time and looked back at him with a gentle smile.
"Wherever we please!" she declared with twinkling, excited eyes that had not shown such youth in years. He'd brought out the best in her.. she hoped the feeling was mutual. Soon, she slowed down and let her feet slowly and peacefully rest back into the grass and on the ground. "Where would you like to go, Grayson? What do you want to see?"
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Post by Grayson on Jun 16, 2014 20:44:28 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 631 WORDS | BRYNNE | OUTFIT | NOTES |
Ohhh, Grayson... Years change you. The man simply looked at Brynne, head tilted to the side. He took in the sad smile on her lips before she took off, flitting away with the quickness and grace of a deer. The moments before he took off after her felt like they lasted much longer than they should have. What did she mean? He felt himself shake his head, or maybe he didn't. "I don't understand," he said quietly as he turned to look in the direction she had gone off in. Soon enough, however, he was following after her, enjoying his surroundings with his goddess. He wanted to know - there was so much that he wanted to know. But could he ask her? If not her, then who else could he possibly ask? He knew nothing about the concept of time, of years or of change. For as long as he had been in existence, he had remained the exact same. He was not like the people they watched over. But...he was not like her either. Not fully.
Grayson pushed those thoughts from his mind, a grin spreading across his face as he jogged along side Brynne. She was happy, and that made him happy. Not only was she happy, but she was beautiful and graceful and seemed to make all of nature, all of the world brighter. She slowed, allowing him to catch up, which didn't take long. His long legs carried him to her side and it took a few beats of his heart before he realized that she wasn't standing among the tall grass, or on anything at all. Her laughter filled his ears, and his grin widened. If this was what he got to spend the rest of eternity doing, then he was perfectly fine with that. In fact, if he never had to leave this clearing again, then so be it. He wanted to stay here, forever, with Brynne. Wait a minute. Grayson looked down. He wasn't standing on the ground. His blue eyes widened as his head snapped up to meet Brynne's gaze. She was laughing still. At his reaction? Gray didn't know. But her laughter soothed him.
When they took off, Gray's grip on Brynne's hand tightened. He wouldn't fall to the grass beneath them if he let go, his own wings would keep him up, so it wasn't the fall that he was afraid of. He didn't want her to leave. Wherever we please! His eyes found hers. Something was different about her. He grinned before she decided to touch down. "That was fun."
Where would you like to go, Grayson? What do you want to see? Now it was his turn. His eyes lit up and a grin slowly began to form on his face, tugging on the corners of his lips as if he were trying to keep something very funny from her. "Okay," he said, holding out his hand to Brynne, his goddess. "My turn."
As soon as she took his hand, the wide, open clearing vanished - replaced by the docks, the place where Grayson had been when he had heard the woman in white calling for him. Gray loved this place the most, out of everything else in Hyrst, he loved the docks the most. He looked over to Brynne, wondering what she thought of his ability to jump from place to place in the blink of an eye. "If you're worried about them seeing you, don't. They won't." His words held a confidence that Brynne wouldn't be familiar with. Not coming from him. He shook his head as if to give his words more meaning. It was something that he had noticed during his many days wandering the docks. Sometimes people just didn't notice him.
"What's death?"
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Post by Brynne on Jun 22, 2014 21:58:58 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE.
His reaction was gorgeous. The purity in his joy and confusion alike made her heart soar. She'd made the right choice with this one. His spirit was a kind one indeed.. unlike any other. To see him look back at her with such.. reverence.. There was no greater feeling than a loving acceptance. This was neither the time or place to explain to him her age and her most recent set of priorities - which simply did not include her joy of flying - so instead she left it be.
The grass whipped across her face, making her shut her eyes with a grin, and continued to fly in loops and swirves above and around the grain field. Eventually, her body began to float forwards and corrected itself upright. Their feet gently hung above the ground until hovering and meeting it gently. After she'd asked what he had wanted to and where to go, he held out his hand for her. His turn?
She gave him an astonished look. Well now - wasn't this a surprise.. He had certainly stepped out of his comfort zone today. He had trusted her. It was a feeling that she intended to try and get used to. The moment her hand wrapped confidently in his, her fingers intertwining with a smile, she knew exactly where he had gone by the smell and the colors - the way the atmosphere felt.
The docks. Somewhere... he had gone often when he was human...
At first her face was worried - and then he mentioned them not seeing the two. Though she had known that, she used her 'worry' as a scapegoat to being concerned about them being recognized and gave him a reassured face. "Well that's good."
Brynne looked about the scene as Grayson stood quietly beside her. Children were working with their fathers to clear boats or learn how to fish.. large men tackled heavy jobs with sails and crates.. women sang sea shanties and gossipped together. It brought a smile to her face as she inhaled the life around her. It was home.
'What's death?'
She pursed her eyebrows together with surprised confusion, looking up and over at him. Death..? "Death is-.." she had to choose her wording carefully for the ex-human.. especially so close to his old life's habitat. "-it is the ending of a mortal's journey, Grayson," she tilted her head a little with a small, sad smirk as if sorry to speak the truth.
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Post by Grayson on Jun 27, 2014 10:45:54 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 350 WORDS | BRYNNE | OUTFIT | NOTES |
She was worried about being seen, and Grayson was quick to explain that she wouldn't be seen. He wouldn't put her in a potentially dangerous situation, not his goddess. Not on purpose, anyways. He knew the docks were safe, spending most of his time at the place. Besides, Grayson was more preoccupied with the look of surprise that had overcome the woman in white's face after he had offered his hand to her. Well that's good. If possible, Grayson stood a little taller at her approval, a grin returning to his face. She praised him - he liked that. The grin slowly disappeared, however, as he fell silent, blue eyes carefully watching Brynne, watching her face, her hands, the way her own eyes looked around at their surroundings.
This was his favorite place in the world - the only place he felt some sort of connection to. He felt like he belonged here, that if someone needed help here, he'd be able to be of some assistance. Grayson looked at Brynne. He didn't know or understand his connection to this place, maybe she could help him. Would she? Would she have any reason to not tell him? One shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. She smiled, though, and that made him very happy. But then he spoke, asking what he thought was a simple question. Judging by the look on Brynne's face, it wasn't. Grayson clenching his jaw, toying with the hem of his shirt.
He shook his head slowly, an apology already on the tip of his tongue. The woman's words silenced him, and he kept his eyes on the ground as she spoke. Death is - it is the ending of a mortal's journey, Grayson. "Do we know death?" He knew that Brynne was timeless, but he didn't know about himself. Slowly, he brought his eyes up to look at the goddess. "Do I experience death?"
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Post by Brynne on Jul 17, 2014 2:20:13 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE.
She took notice of how he played with the bottom hem of his shirt - nervous. Of her? Of the answer? Or perhaps of the question itself.. Brynne kept her eyes upon him in deserved attention even as he looked down and shook his head with a bashful posture. Such a young heart. Beautiful, really, in all his nature. Each time she spoke with him, looked at him, she knew she had made the right choice. But it was times like these.. times when he drew close to his mortal self.. that she questioned what was dangerous - and what was justice.
'Do we know death?'
Brynne opened her mouth to quickly disagree, telling him that they were not mortal themselves - but---.. then he rose his head and looked down at her with innocent confusion to his eyes.
'Do I experience death?'
Specified.. danger.. Brynne could not stand the thought of his spirit hurting any further than it had in his days of living in the skin of a man. The goddess' lips pursed in a fine line without any harshness to her expression. With a moment to think in both honesty and kindess, she took her hands down and grabbed his own - lifting to hold them between their chests.
"You will not know death, Grayson. Not as man does. But in time.. life consumes all things," she tried to explain. The old gods had long since been gone. "We will join back into the stream of time itself. Gracefully, peacefully, when our clock runs to its last second. We have power over plenty. But.. time is a force that no one can argue with. There is a time for all of us..." she was old, but she felt a bit of youth still within her fingertips. Nowhere near her end yet. She hoped..
"Death... not as they know it," she shook her head and smirked, lifting her hands and removing them from his to place both of her palms on either of his cheeks, "Oh sweet soul.. your youth brings me so much joy. You see what I have forgotten to see. That is what makes you so powerful, Grayson," a few white teeth showed in her smile, "Not your strength.. your speed.. your ability to do so many things mortal men cannot. But your insight on the world and all its living things. Never forget this. Do you promise me?"
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Post by Grayson on Aug 5, 2014 19:59:02 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 467 WORDS | BRYNNE | OUTFIT | NOTES |
Something was wrong. Red flags rose up left and right in Gray's mind, telling him that just something wasn't right. But what? He didn't know. He was with Brynne. He was safe. He was at the docks. He was safe. He was with his goddess at his most familiar place in all of Hryst. He was safe. So why the alarm? Why the surge of adrenaline and spike in his heart beat?
She wasn't answering him. Not right away. That wasn't like her. There was no coy smile, no hushed laughter. Nothing that would signify to Grayson that all was right in this moment. He was worried. Was there something he wasn't telling her? What could she possibly keep from him?
His bright blue eyes studied her face, the thin line her lips had created, as she took hold of his hands, bringing them up a bit. He willed her to tell him, to talk to him, to make him understand life and death and the ways of this world.
You will not know death, Grayson. Not as man does. But in time... life consumes all things. We will join back into the stream of time itself. She went on, continuing to talk about time, but Grayson didn't understand. He didn't understand a single word. The knowledge that Brynne possessed was far too much for the young Speaker. There is a time for all of us... He clenched his jaw, mind churning as his thoughts raced. They would know death... but not? "I don't understand," he said quietly, his words but whispers on the breeze. "Time runs out for us, and so we die. How is that any different than them?"
Her hands reached up and cupped his cheeks, bringing his eyes to hers. Oh sweet soul.. your youth brings me so much joy. You see what I have forgotten to see. That is what makes you so powerful, Grayson. Again, she was speaking riddles around the young Speaker. "Why am I so young?" It was something he knew Brynne was not, and the other deities were the same he was sure.
As for the other Speakers...he didn't know. He knew nothing of them.
He hadn't meant to interrupt his goddess, and he knew that was rude. He lowered his eyes in a silent apology. She told him that his strength and speed weren't what made him mighty, nor was it any of his other special talents, like his trick he had been so excited to show her. It was simply the way he percieved the world that made him so influential on the things around him. Never forget this. Brynee's words were soft but firm. Do you promise me?
With his eyes still averted, Grayson gave the woman in white a small nod. "I swear it."
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