Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-38113021-20190323232505/@comment-27070860-20190327203454

(I’ m sorry if I screw up the time, I’ m not sure if it’ s the next day or not- I’ m so sorry for all the questions, but is the day-to-night change settled by someone or do we just go with the flow of the entries~?)

Monu purred slightly, feeling the comforting warmth radiating off of her favourite rock. Yesterday’ s ceremonies were still flashing through her mind. She loved watching the surprised eyes and smiles lined with disbelief. Loved watching blunt, dull antlers turn to colourful weapons. She found the way the magic chose its servants fascinating. The deer from yesterday- Zeme, was it? Monu thinks she might have heard of her from a friend of a friend- the leopard didn’ t know her personally, but watching her up on that stage was quite entertaining-

Ah, was that a raindrop? Was it starting to rain? Monu rolled over, not yet ready to leave her beloved rock. From here, she could observe the stage with perfect accuracy. She may never be able to gain a power herself, but somehow, it didn’ t make her feel any sort of disappointment. For some reason, simply watching the animals, dazed and confused, conflicted, up on that stage was enough. It wasn’ t a good feeling, nor was it bad. It was… a fulfilling feeling. Yeah, that sounds about right.

Ah, and that eagle who took a premature leave- wouldn’ t those greens and swirls look hypnotising if they ever came close to what Hermes’ s beautiful feathers once looked like?

Monu tried remembering some other faces from the crowd, but her efforts were in vain. Too many animals, not enough time-

<p class="MsoNormal">-another drop of rain hit her nose, and another one-

<p class="MsoNormal">-Monu mussed over looking for some shelter but decided against it. She didn<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin">’ t want to miss today<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin">’ s ceremony, and getting soaked wasn<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin">’ t that much of a sacrifice.

<p class="MsoNormal">The excitement for what was to come didn<span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin">’ t make the uncanny feeling in her stomach go away, though. She swallowed her discomfort, deciding to focus on the contrast of cold rain and warm rocks.