#one thousand bees

[nomoheji]

real event

[confess-thy-sins-archived]

♔

Your muse wearing my muse's clothes

It is common knowledge, of course, that in a world like Lordran where time and space are convoluted, strange phenomena are bound to occur. However, the nature of these phenomena, just like that of Lordran itself, is unpredictable - what will happen, and where, perhaps not even the Lords can guess.

And so one morning, as he slipped into his clothes, the Pardoner found his dark cloak vanished. A thief would have taken the brooch, stolen his rapier, his mask. But the rest of his attire, and Velka's as well, was left untouched in their rightful place.

In the least, the weather was warm, and since Oswald was not so impolite as to take the cloak of his Goddess, he elected to remain in more comfortable clothes. In fact, the day was still young when he decided to have a walk on the rooftops to take in some sun, to the suggestion of his Goddess (little did she know, even the suns of Anor Londo cannot darken the skin of a Carimian).

And that is when, much to his surprise, he found his robes - standing by the edge of the rooftop, glimmering under the bright skies. His robes, standing alone, no feet poking from below and no head from above. He called out to the strange, seemingly invisible thief, with no answer. But as he approached, ready for anything, a slow buzzing seemed to grow...

In an instant, the cloak whirled wildly into the Pardoner's face, releasing a frantic swarm of bees that whirred and buzzed around his head. They quickly dispersed with the warm wind.

When he put his robes back on, they were warm and smelled like honey.