Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Hera, Kila
Characters involved: Aolani, Wrath
Setting: Life lands, nestled in a small garden
Time: Early evening
Weather: Partly cloudy, cool and pleasant
The evening sky was beginning to turn shades of pinks and purples as the sun, a vivid orange, began to dip towards the horizon. There was a pleasant breeze blowing through the garden, pushing the clouds overhead across the sky, occasionally gusting. It was a quiet, peaceful place. Exotic flowers and trees lined the shore of the pond, with water as blue as the sky during the day. Four bridges connected the shores to the island within, perfectly centered with a blooming magnolia tree. The trees and bushes rustled, petals were blown off flowers, falling into the water while others landed in the hair of the angel sitting on an island in the middle.
She sat with her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap as the breeze whipped her long pigtails around. Her eyes were closed in meditation, her face serene.
Times had been stressful recently. The two oracle deaths rattled the people. Between tending to Haliea's temple and the angels that came en mass, and dealing with the aftermath of the demon lords' meeting at the temple of Vaerath--where their oracle had reappeared--it had been a very, very busy past few weeks. Her nightly meditation became all the more important. It was a time where she could reflect and seek guidance from the gods. And in times like these, she needed all the prayers she could offer--though Vaerath had seemed displeased by this. Not to mention the fact that she'd failed to heed the god's calling for the oracle, no thanks to her misunderstanding with Feather.
Aolani chewed her lip as she thought, growing more concerned. Breathe, she reminded herself. Breathe.
She exhaled, and tensed muscles relaxed.
Peace and quiet. Just what she needed.
Players involved: Hera, Kila
Characters involved: Aolani, Wrath
Setting: Life lands, nestled in a small garden
Time: Early evening
Weather: Partly cloudy, cool and pleasant
Aolani
The evening sky was beginning to turn shades of pinks and purples as the sun, a vivid orange, began to dip towards the horizon. There was a pleasant breeze blowing through the garden, pushing the clouds overhead across the sky, occasionally gusting. It was a quiet, peaceful place. Exotic flowers and trees lined the shore of the pond, with water as blue as the sky during the day. Four bridges connected the shores to the island within, perfectly centered with a blooming magnolia tree. The trees and bushes rustled, petals were blown off flowers, falling into the water while others landed in the hair of the angel sitting on an island in the middle.
She sat with her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap as the breeze whipped her long pigtails around. Her eyes were closed in meditation, her face serene.
Times had been stressful recently. The two oracle deaths rattled the people. Between tending to Haliea's temple and the angels that came en mass, and dealing with the aftermath of the demon lords' meeting at the temple of Vaerath--where their oracle had reappeared--it had been a very, very busy past few weeks. Her nightly meditation became all the more important. It was a time where she could reflect and seek guidance from the gods. And in times like these, she needed all the prayers she could offer--though Vaerath had seemed displeased by this. Not to mention the fact that she'd failed to heed the god's calling for the oracle, no thanks to her misunderstanding with Feather.
Aolani chewed her lip as she thought, growing more concerned. Breathe, she reminded herself. Breathe.
She exhaled, and tensed muscles relaxed.
Peace and quiet. Just what she needed.
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