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auroraexpress2019-09-15 03:31 pm
desirestruth) wrote in auroraexpress2019-09-15 03:31 pm
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Who: The Glitter Criminal
When: Day 42, Morning
Where: The Jackal Express
[Hey, Aurora. Do you hear that? A slight whining noise, barely audible over the noises of the train itself?
Well, early in the morning of day 42, that whine becomes a loud POP.
And now all the public cars and all of Senna is literally covered in glitter. Glitter rains from the vents. Shoots out from under seats. Glitter big enough to come in funny shapes. Tiny iridescent glitter that you're never going to get out of your clothes coats the windows, making the scenery glimmer. Glitter everywhere in every shape, size and color.]
When: Day 42, Morning
Where: The Jackal Express
[Hey, Aurora. Do you hear that? A slight whining noise, barely audible over the noises of the train itself?
Well, early in the morning of day 42, that whine becomes a loud POP.
And now all the public cars and all of Senna is literally covered in glitter. Glitter rains from the vents. Shoots out from under seats. Glitter big enough to come in funny shapes. Tiny iridescent glitter that you're never going to get out of your clothes coats the windows, making the scenery glimmer. Glitter everywhere in every shape, size and color.]
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[that sounded divine, but Pen wasn't used to considering new gods beyond the five he knew darn well existed.]
[Of course, it could be an aspect of the Mother he knew.]
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Wouldn't that be a fun thing to make Temple scholars chew on?]
The Night Mother is the progenitor of my species...she's not very forthcoming as to her own origins and power, and I believe tends to quietly bury myths speculating on them.
[Naeva straightens in her chair--her posture is already impeccable, but this now takes on the air of someone who tells a much-loved story she's told many a time before.]
The story as I know it goes, that when she came to the continent she sealed up a great hole from which beings of hate and malice spewed, and planted the Black Forest on top of it to form a wellspring of magic that would seep into the bones of the land. But she was lonely, and needed to keep the magic monitored and guarded.
To fulfill those two aims, she mixed her blood with the blood of all the native creatures of the woods, poured it into the clay and soil of the forest, and formed the first of the Night Kin. She crowned the first Queen of Schwarzwald, and bound the royal family to the very magic of the forest, to ensure that the protection she granted would grow and remain powerful by the symbiosis, and the forest would be protected.
...Or at least, that is the story I learned as a child, when I was first told of the duties sacred to us in the forest. Obviously, nightkin have spread far across the world...some even claim to have been shaped and sprung from other sources.
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Interesting. Our beliefs say that the world, and what dwells on it, was created by the actions of the gods we now call the Father of Winter and the Mother of Summer, which separated from one divine Presence. I don't actually know if anyone ever asked Them, or if it was inferred.
But then, all of the nightkin are considered under the Night Mother's domain?
[Desdemona thinks asking gods noisy questions is a Horrible Idea, Pen, for the record.]