Amelia's crest of feathered hair perks when the fog lashes at the shade. It doesn't help her current situation one bit, but harpies are awfully petty sometimes and now she feels like an unruly child watching another get a worse punishment for misbehaving,
The satisfaction fades the moment she reads the message. I will, I promise, she vows wordlessly, but can no longer feel Her presence. Amelia glances at Stocke – she's just as unhappy to be here with him, but how dare he look anything less than eager to obey their god – and picks up the other gemstone. Despite the different color, something about it makes her look back to the black stone and she realizes the town isn't as abandoned as she thought.
Some are covered with vines like the buildings the pour out of. Some of them wear robes, others armor (didn't humans stop wearing that centuries ago, not that Amelia's sure they are really human?). Some talk but she can't make out the words – compared to other monsters, a harpy's ears aren't all that keen. And they all look like no one's told them they should be long dead.
"I – I don't understand," she says, tail fanning behind her in alarm. "What are we supposed to do?"
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Date: 2016-12-21 03:07 pm (UTC)From:The satisfaction fades the moment she reads the message. I will, I promise, she vows wordlessly, but can no longer feel Her presence. Amelia glances at Stocke – she's just as unhappy to be here with him, but how dare he look anything less than eager to obey their god – and picks up the other gemstone. Despite the different color, something about it makes her look back to the black stone and she realizes the town isn't as abandoned as she thought.
Some are covered with vines like the buildings the pour out of. Some of them wear robes, others armor (didn't humans stop wearing that centuries ago, not that Amelia's sure they are really human?). Some talk but she can't make out the words – compared to other monsters, a harpy's ears aren't all that keen. And they all look like no one's told them they should be long dead.
"I – I don't understand," she says, tail fanning behind her in alarm. "What are we supposed to do?"