Odin1
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After Act 1, Scene 1: Bladeshine's night
As one by one her newfound companions left the small campfire to return to their quarters, Bladeshine sit down and took a moment to contemplate the events of the night.
There was so much going on, she thought. For the first time in her life she saw other Solar Exalted like herself - and not by chance, it seemed, but in a meeting deliberately arranged. She met a being who truly was so much more than he seemed, and who could possibly give her some explanation about all her weird dreams and half-fazed memories. But most important of all, she had something to fight - she didn't even know what she should have expected, nor when, but...
She laughed into the night. "Oh Heaven, will this make for a great adventure!"
And as her laughter became an expression she rarely showed in public - a mischievous, crafty grin - she thought of exacty how to make this adventure start in her way.
Instead of returning to her small tent, she silently reached the camp of the soldiers she was laughing with before her meeting with Crane. She remembered where the man she now needed was sleeping, the young commander who didn't see anything but her for all evening. She entered the tent, uninvited but certain to be welcome. And as the youngster raised surprised from his bed of furs, she brought her index finger to her lips, in the gesture that meant: be silent, and laid him down on his bed, removing her robe...
And after some hours of pleasure and passion, which for the man were likely the best he could ever have in his life, amongst all the soft pillow talk she whspered to his half-asleep ear:
"To tell you the truth... What I was called for tonight... Well, I was advised of something terrible to happen to this travel, and that I was brought here to fight and prevent that... And fight I will, for all of you."
And staring in his eyes: "But I don't know if you should really talk about it to the others... Maybe it's best not to, lest they give way to panic... In every case, remember: I will be here at your side." Smiling, "You have nothing to fear as long as I am here."
And then she closed her eyes and rested in his embrace. Tomorrow, she thought, mortal nature would run its course; is she read the young man well, there was no way he'd keep a secret from his fellows. She mentally recited her usual prayer to Aunt Dreamweaver - to bring her dreams of great fights and epic victories - and fell asleep smiling in anticipation of those gazes full of hope and admiration she so craved.
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So yeah, this was to be merely an appendix for Act 1 Scene 1, but thanks to cyl's suggestion it will become a thread dedicated to that crazy, egocentric, narcisistic brat and her underhanded tactics aimed at becoming the centre of everyone's universe. Stay tuned for more!
As one by one her newfound companions left the small campfire to return to their quarters, Bladeshine sit down and took a moment to contemplate the events of the night.
There was so much going on, she thought. For the first time in her life she saw other Solar Exalted like herself - and not by chance, it seemed, but in a meeting deliberately arranged. She met a being who truly was so much more than he seemed, and who could possibly give her some explanation about all her weird dreams and half-fazed memories. But most important of all, she had something to fight - she didn't even know what she should have expected, nor when, but...
She laughed into the night. "Oh Heaven, will this make for a great adventure!"
And as her laughter became an expression she rarely showed in public - a mischievous, crafty grin - she thought of exacty how to make this adventure start in her way.
Instead of returning to her small tent, she silently reached the camp of the soldiers she was laughing with before her meeting with Crane. She remembered where the man she now needed was sleeping, the young commander who didn't see anything but her for all evening. She entered the tent, uninvited but certain to be welcome. And as the youngster raised surprised from his bed of furs, she brought her index finger to her lips, in the gesture that meant: be silent, and laid him down on his bed, removing her robe...
And after some hours of pleasure and passion, which for the man were likely the best he could ever have in his life, amongst all the soft pillow talk she whspered to his half-asleep ear:
"To tell you the truth... What I was called for tonight... Well, I was advised of something terrible to happen to this travel, and that I was brought here to fight and prevent that... And fight I will, for all of you."
And staring in his eyes: "But I don't know if you should really talk about it to the others... Maybe it's best not to, lest they give way to panic... In every case, remember: I will be here at your side." Smiling, "You have nothing to fear as long as I am here."
And then she closed her eyes and rested in his embrace. Tomorrow, she thought, mortal nature would run its course; is she read the young man well, there was no way he'd keep a secret from his fellows. She mentally recited her usual prayer to Aunt Dreamweaver - to bring her dreams of great fights and epic victories - and fell asleep smiling in anticipation of those gazes full of hope and admiration she so craved.
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So yeah, this was to be merely an appendix for Act 1 Scene 1, but thanks to cyl's suggestion it will become a thread dedicated to that crazy, egocentric, narcisistic brat and her underhanded tactics aimed at becoming the centre of everyone's universe. Stay tuned for more!