Be My Voice. Be Their Voice. May 12, 2014 22:20:48 GMT -6
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."