Yoruko Katsumi
Daedric Driver
Grackle paused before answering the question. "Resplendent is... Yes. She's got her wings. She's not a flier though. Not everyone is. And she's... I don't know, but I don't think she's anything like the rest. She looks young, but I've heard she's been here longer than almost anyone. It's a long story, and I don't know all of it, but a long time ago, when the Brood was first coming together, something happened and Resplendent and a few others after her started taking this vow of silence. Flycatcher got sucked into the craze too, but I never got it." Flier? What the hell? Vows of Silence? Jeez there is some shady ass shit going on in here. Kathryn thought and slightly tilted her head in thought.
Grackle shrugs. "Mystics got their own thing going on," she says, gesturing at the tent. "They're in their own world. Resplendent's the best of them, by far." I guess that is why she gives everyone there names. Kathryn concluded from Grackle's words.
Wasting no more time, Grackle headed inside. For a brief instance, the presence of the Brood watching from high hidden places seems to intensify, as if they're just waiting for Kathryn to be caught alone. She didn't want to give them the chance, or satisfaction of anything those creatures might want to do to her. Kathryn's bones shuddered at the thought and hurriedly followed Grackle inside.
The mystics' tent resembles something like an expansive blanket fort. It reminded Kathryn of the forts she used to build with her late Father and Mother long ago. The now faraway sound of the singing voices is muffled by the tent, but the winged girls who reside here hum the tune to themselves as they light their lanterns and promptly snuff them out in some unfathomable rhythmic sequence. The seemingly random act intrigued Kathryn but she didn't know why they were doing it, nor did she want to. There are four of them in all, all different ages and wholly distinct from one another, yet they all mirror the same look as your approach. All but one, who doesn't even bother turning around.
The apparent eldest, a sharp-eyed blonde with a necklace made of clay beads and the bones of a small bird around her neck, smiles up at Grackle."Well look who it is," she says, rolling her beads between her fingers. "Have you come to give grief his due?" The girl scared Kathryn immensely, but she wasn't about to let any of them know that. She forced her face to remain expressionless at the words and motions. However Grackle frowned, confused.
"Ignore her," says another, dark and sprawled out on her front so that her wings are free to move about. "She's been spending all her time telling stories since Resplendent went away from us." Went away. Well, that's one way to put it. Kathryn felt amused slightly by that notion.
The blonde sticks her tongue out at her companion, and then looks at Kathryn . "Aren't you up past you bedtime?" she asks. The innocent question shot terror threw her body. If she gave the wrong answer, it could very well mean her end. Kathryn mustered all the courage she could manage and gave a polite smile before stating. "I suppose I am, but I have been having a hard time sleeping lately." Kathryn took a deep breathe before continuing, hoping not to say anything stupid. "My friend here knows I have a love for the mystic arts and I sorta begged her to introduce me to you, since i can be a bit shy at times. I have always wanted to learn how to use such abilities, if possible." She turned her head to look at Grackle long enough to shoot her a pleading glance, begging for help. Oh Shit. I'm fucked. Her mind began preparing for them to laugh and attack her.
Grackle shrugs. "Mystics got their own thing going on," she says, gesturing at the tent. "They're in their own world. Resplendent's the best of them, by far." I guess that is why she gives everyone there names. Kathryn concluded from Grackle's words.
Wasting no more time, Grackle headed inside. For a brief instance, the presence of the Brood watching from high hidden places seems to intensify, as if they're just waiting for Kathryn to be caught alone. She didn't want to give them the chance, or satisfaction of anything those creatures might want to do to her. Kathryn's bones shuddered at the thought and hurriedly followed Grackle inside.
The mystics' tent resembles something like an expansive blanket fort. It reminded Kathryn of the forts she used to build with her late Father and Mother long ago. The now faraway sound of the singing voices is muffled by the tent, but the winged girls who reside here hum the tune to themselves as they light their lanterns and promptly snuff them out in some unfathomable rhythmic sequence. The seemingly random act intrigued Kathryn but she didn't know why they were doing it, nor did she want to. There are four of them in all, all different ages and wholly distinct from one another, yet they all mirror the same look as your approach. All but one, who doesn't even bother turning around.
The apparent eldest, a sharp-eyed blonde with a necklace made of clay beads and the bones of a small bird around her neck, smiles up at Grackle."Well look who it is," she says, rolling her beads between her fingers. "Have you come to give grief his due?" The girl scared Kathryn immensely, but she wasn't about to let any of them know that. She forced her face to remain expressionless at the words and motions. However Grackle frowned, confused.
"Ignore her," says another, dark and sprawled out on her front so that her wings are free to move about. "She's been spending all her time telling stories since Resplendent went away from us." Went away. Well, that's one way to put it. Kathryn felt amused slightly by that notion.
The blonde sticks her tongue out at her companion, and then looks at Kathryn . "Aren't you up past you bedtime?" she asks. The innocent question shot terror threw her body. If she gave the wrong answer, it could very well mean her end. Kathryn mustered all the courage she could manage and gave a polite smile before stating. "I suppose I am, but I have been having a hard time sleeping lately." Kathryn took a deep breathe before continuing, hoping not to say anything stupid. "My friend here knows I have a love for the mystic arts and I sorta begged her to introduce me to you, since i can be a bit shy at times. I have always wanted to learn how to use such abilities, if possible." She turned her head to look at Grackle long enough to shoot her a pleading glance, begging for help. Oh Shit. I'm fucked. Her mind began preparing for them to laugh and attack her.