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queenofheartsrp2011-01-02 12:08 pm
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[The darkness doesn't bother her, not with her powers coming back online. The sun being blotted out unnaturally might be a little unnerving, but the fireworks make up for it, the sensation of new beginnings and hope make up for it. The steady increase of her order's voices inside her heart definitely make up for it, and they all have the same request.
She's missed their new years ritual at midnight, the augur's singing, the blaze of expectant glory that they put up, the drums and the dancing. It's been her dance for centuries, but just because she's here doesn't mean she gets to skimp on ritual. She takes herself out to the Ruins, the white temple stone seems apt enough, and she begins the firebird's dance. Death and rebirth, prayer and exultation. Those who watch her long enough will feel the urge to dance alongside her. Her movements are strangely graceful for the size of her body, for the power in her feet, each stomp of her feet sets the threads of magic in the air ringing joyfully.
It ends in flame, her head tilted back as the heat flares, engulfing her like a firework all her own, glimmers and then dies. She stands panting, sweaty and smiling.]
New Years. Who wants a kiss?
She's missed their new years ritual at midnight, the augur's singing, the blaze of expectant glory that they put up, the drums and the dancing. It's been her dance for centuries, but just because she's here doesn't mean she gets to skimp on ritual. She takes herself out to the Ruins, the white temple stone seems apt enough, and she begins the firebird's dance. Death and rebirth, prayer and exultation. Those who watch her long enough will feel the urge to dance alongside her. Her movements are strangely graceful for the size of her body, for the power in her feet, each stomp of her feet sets the threads of magic in the air ringing joyfully.
It ends in flame, her head tilted back as the heat flares, engulfing her like a firework all her own, glimmers and then dies. She stands panting, sweaty and smiling.]
New Years. Who wants a kiss?
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[her whole life has only been little more than a year; she can't even wrap her head around it.]
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No, not most people, but most of the people in my order do.
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So you're special.
Do you ever get lonely?
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No, never, baby. You see, the thing about being a warden is... you're connected, to all living things. All the people, all the plants and animals, everything. Got my brothers and sisters in the order too, we're the luckiest creatures alive.
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That sounds...amazing.
[a warden. She's never heard of such a thing, but she believes it.]
All living things. Does that mean--...[she hesitates.] Me, too?
[action] processional irreverence... is what. o-occasional.
Yeah, you too.
[action] XD! makes more sense now.
[that's new. And a little...wonderful.]
...thank you.
[action] -shakes head despairingly.-
No problem. Happy new year, Xion.
[action] *comforting shoulder pat*
...Happy New Year, Paderau.