Post by Azra on Feb 9, 2022 19:06:25 GMT
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Celebrating Longevity Pt6
Celebrating Longevity Pt6
A knight offers a hand and just like that the world seemed to spiral out of control. It was as if ash rushed away from the empress besides Sophie to sow a shroud of some sort around them. A blanket of dust which soon seemed to change into a memory one hard to tell if illusion or real.
The new setting a throne room, it's regal and grandiose nature lost some to the dark choice of lighting. Sophie tried to admire the architecture and designs of it all. This proved difficult though in the choice of lighting. The only thing to really pop given the lighting, was the reflections found in the patterns of blood. The throne room seemed a place of violence and the voice of the memory seemed set on brutality likely for any who didn't kneel. And just as quick as it came the mirage went.
Frustration snapped a choker and Sophie motioned to scoop what she could into a pile. Her hand not holding a drink getting what she could on the window seal. And a red heel looking to move along the floor to pile up what she could below. "Shame was a nice choker. Is a cool scar though." She made a brief glance to the image of her sister. The portrait of the heroic archer had a scar along an eye, while one eye was crystal blue the other was gold damaged from an attack long ago. "Most immortals got scars. Don't let the 0erfections fool you."
Sophie herself would have had a number on her if she wasn't so fixated on her image. For the longest time a Pygmallion had to find a geomancer to mend their wounds. Because well rocks didn't have a healing factor. "Counter argument after showing me a throne room I'm going to be offended if you don't ask me something. Shared a moment but don't let me return the favor really?"