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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 11:09 pm
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The Sanctuary had become quiet. Too many horsemen following Death's bidding, too many melding, become mild and complacent, becoming anything but what they once were. It was quiet, and their kind all but extinct, even in spirit. Especially in spirit.
It was quiet, and by the empty portal sat one Head Priestess, most likely meditating, in some form of meditation. She waited like this for a while, apparently expecting someone who had not arrived, quiet yet. She waited like this, seated, and then very quietly fell asleep, still holding a single foxfire in one arm, just head bowed a little lower than usual.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 1:50 am
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Ying had been busy all morning, running to and fro, preparing this horsewoman's gown, that horseman's sash, this monster's dress, that ghost's headband ...
There weren't enough hours in the day! She'd nearly forgotten she was going to fetch some food for Jing (he would probably starve if she didn't remind him to eat), and that had set her behind for her meeting with Lifen, and then her meeting with Kiwi-
She noticed something very odd as she was walking to yet another one of her appointments. Was that Medea? Why was she just sitting there? Ying thought the woman looked very beautiful in her stillness, but didn't know how to place this feeling into words.
Once only a few paces away from the woman, she attempted to reach out her hand. Only then she thought better of it, recalling that interrupting something important would be very rude and Medea could be very not nice.
So what resulted was Ying awkwardly placing herself on the ground a few feet away from Medea, just sort of staring and waiting for her to wake up.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:03 pm
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It was the tiny foxfire that spotted Ying first, yapping excited a few times, or barking loudly at the sight of an intruder, the head priestess immediately stirring to quash the furry thing with one well intended-hand, rubbing its fur exactly the wrong way.
"I have been expecting you," Medea said absently, to a space a few feet left of Ying, "You are the fated child, are you not?" She looked pretty worse for wear, her braided hair loose with strands sticking out at all ends, her dress rumpled, cloak dragging on the ground. Honestly, she looked not completely there
The head priestess also stared some few feet left of Ying. Maybe Ying had an invisible twin.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 7:12 pm
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"It is what you have been chosen to do," Medea soothed, entirely unsympathetic, "You are no longer young and this is your coming of age. One day we will fight a war, a great war, and if you cannot fight, then you will be defeated. Fight or be killed. Both of them bear great consequences, yet if you wish to defeat your fears you must." As she talked she ushered Ying, very firmly by the shoulders outside the tent. She walked and forced the younger horsewoman as well to complete her stride until they reached a portal, coloured in dark red.
And smiling entirely demurely, Medea tipped Ying right into the portal.
* The Conquest horsewoman would arrive in a cloud of white and grey fog. There were voices that whispered around her, never more than nonsensical words. It was hard to see around her. Occasionally, she could see a light in the distance, multiple lights, and then actual voices shouting out. She could hear someone just a little bit away. An encampment maybe. A small group of Humans settling down.
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