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nexus_crossings2020-05-15 09:23 am
vliste_staba) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-05-15 09:23 am
who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Nexus regulars may have seen Deet here and there over the late Fall and the Winter. She's small and a little shy, but very distinctive, especially to human eyes. A girl with green-tinted skin, hair the color of undyed linen, wings like a dragonfly's, and less than two and a half feet tall. Most people assume she's a faery, and she doesn't mind that.
She's never seen without the sprouting wooden staff she carries, and the floor-length black feather cloak on her shoulders, both gifts from the Fallen Angels. They make her feel secure, particularly the cloak. Right now, she's crouched beside a pond, peering at a group of tadpoles milling in the water. Some have legs budding, and she's fascinated to watch this metamorphosis, slow but fast enough to be visible.
Around her, some of the cattails are tinted dark violet, a wash of purple energy that seems to surge and then recede again as the reeds quiver in the wind.
"When someone starts to change," she says, "they never know what they'll really look like when they've finished, do they?"
Sitting back on her heels, she tilts her head to watch the Darkening flux and retreat across the cattails. "And when someone has power, it's hard to decide what to do with it. If you thought there was even a small chance you could save your world from something terrible, what would you sacrifice for it? Would you become another person to do it?"
She's never seen without the sprouting wooden staff she carries, and the floor-length black feather cloak on her shoulders, both gifts from the Fallen Angels. They make her feel secure, particularly the cloak. Right now, she's crouched beside a pond, peering at a group of tadpoles milling in the water. Some have legs budding, and she's fascinated to watch this metamorphosis, slow but fast enough to be visible.
Around her, some of the cattails are tinted dark violet, a wash of purple energy that seems to surge and then recede again as the reeds quiver in the wind.
"When someone starts to change," she says, "they never know what they'll really look like when they've finished, do they?"
Sitting back on her heels, she tilts her head to watch the Darkening flux and retreat across the cattails. "And when someone has power, it's hard to decide what to do with it. If you thought there was even a small chance you could save your world from something terrible, what would you sacrifice for it? Would you become another person to do it?"
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Worrying her lower lip a little, she shifts her weight from her heels to sit properly on a patch of dry ground. "Because the Darkening is spreading? Or something else?"
That anxious look does not abate until Deet brings up skekSa by name. Then she lets out a sigh of relief. "It was skekSa I met, actually. She was very friendly. I'm sorry to hear that the ones in the palace are so thoughtless and cruel." And it doesn't much sound like they'll even listen to their own people, based on what happened to skekGra. "How did they come into power? skekSa said her people were banished from another planet."
Realizing that she hasn't even introduced herself yet, she smiles and add sheepishly, "My name's Adia, by the way. I'm a human."