Post by Krixia on Jun 3, 2017 20:32:46 GMT -8
It had been a strange life for Krixia in Tyran. Being a priestess of Creation and Peace, she had witnessed quite a few things. Things for other people, things because of other people, thinks because of her. In a way, she already knew everything that had affected the lands on a major scale, having been alive in another dimension of this realm, but they were bits and pieces of shaded memories, hers, yet someone else's. For all that she was like who she came from, she was her own being now. She'd been given the freedom to follow her heart and forge her own path. She'd done both. Love, a family, and a purpose.
Things fell in that exact order, and even though times and things shift and change as always, there were a handful of constants that have yet to change for her. While she contemplated this in the mountains, sitting amongst her own, her breed of tigers, she in human form, things were happening.
It isn't as if she sat idle. She was given moments like this, moments to live while being used for Creation. That was soon coming to an end, however. Nature, it's own domain, was something she'd always been tied to, from her creator to now. The moment the changes she heard so many voices speaking of would come, the less she would be connected to Creation, and more the force of nature itself.
A few things flashed through her mind. Finding the temple of Creation, finding Sinead, creating this version of herself as she left to return to the home dimension where she belonged, the old man, the runes that covered some parts of her body, Brice and his siblings, Rhemilya....
Taking a look around, her kindred slept around her. They'd been a successful race of beasts, better than she could have ever hoped for. They were apex predators amongst animals, and were a peaceful sort that hunted to eat, never came off the mountain unless threatened. She had a good life, no matter what ups and downs had come, and would come. There would be many more of both, for certain. It was the way of all things. Balance.
"Sinead", her voice quiet on the wind, unsure and uncaring if her voice reached her former Goddess, who would no longer be who she served directly soon enough, in her deeds. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I hope that wherever you are, whatever is happening, that you can feel me and what I have to say." Her eyes moved down to her hands, the two of them lightly rubbing together. "I will do my best to protect what you once reigned over. I will do my best to protect our child, your children, in my duty. I will live on as I have, as I do now, and be well. But no matter what happens, when things change as they do, I will pray and have faith that you don't forget I love you, and don't forget me."
Not so much saddened for the way things are, she got emotional as she spoke more, still softly, even chuckling bitterly. "And I will pray and have faith that, more importantly, to me, that I don't become what I do when everything changes for good like this, and I forget you." That was all the words she could muster without getting herself upset, and so as lips parted, like she was to speak again, she stopped, putting them together instead. Moving to stand, a hand moved to stroke lovingly along the side of one of her tigers as she took a slow walk over towards an edge of footing on her chosen mountain perch for the night. The moonlights glow illuminating the forest below and the lands beyond.
Priestess, and servant of none to be soon, she let her words be her own confirming reality facing. Soon, the former priestess would be replaced with The Shaman for good. The spirits and nature would have their voice and protector, woman behind it preparing herself to give all she had to not be forgotten in herself in the process.
