PLOT SPECIFIC PROMPT FOR PARK ISEUL. to be paired with AURELIA SINCLAIR. You hate these things that emerged to plague Prythian. The death, the ominous note and the realization that some of your memories have been altered. You hate that something took hold of you, erased a part of your being only to be spat back at you when you've least expected it. You frown, walking through the icy cold of the Frozen Temple, but you need some time to think about what has happened - you wish to be alone, but a familiar figure sits in prayer and as your fiery gaze fixes upon her, the ice in the walls begins to crack. It sounds like laughing and you stare as one of the cracks opens further, and two items seem to fall at your feet. You pick the one nearest to you - a silver and sapphire encrusted back of the mirror, with its glass missing. You wish to examine it and when you stare at the silver of it, you could swear you see something inside it.
"A figure, dressed in black robes, sitting on a throne of silver and iron. You don't see their face as it's veiled in mist, but you feel their smile - the sharp teeth that glisten with a coat of red. You wish to say it's wine, but you know better. The figure smiles at you and says - choose one and save the other. Made things hide in these courts and they are danger, unparalleled. Give us one as a boon, and save the one we took from you."
teamed up with: @solisdomina , aurelia.
THE SILVER OF THE MIRROR BURNS AT HER SKIN. It wasn't the cold burn of ice, or the one of her fire - it was the cold burn of terror, of things she'd never have to experience. While she'd knows there are seers and scryers, she'd never wished to be one. Why plague herself with visions that have no beginning and no end, no head and no tail? She was far too rational to will such a gift upon herself.
so, what in the Mother's name was this?
Iseul hissed, the sound of the mirror falling back with a soft thud at the snow that had begun to coat the floor of the Frozen temple. Cauldron, she hated this frozen place. But, the clues she'd gather in the archives led her here. Now, she was beginning to understand why the seers had mostly all gone mad.
this was maddness.
Turning to the High Priestess of Dawn, Iseul's eyes widened, noticing the other in the same, frozen stupor as she'd been moments ago. Had she seen something in that icy shard, too?
"Did you hear that voice or was it in my head, alone?" the witch asked, head tilting to the side. "In any case, who do you think it meant when it said it took someone from us?"