who: children of mothman ( informational ) where: the lantern below the museum
it had been months since she traveled outside of appalachia and weeks since the night mother had descended the steps to address the eclipse as a whole. they had a chain of information for a reason, her nearly semi-daily meetings with her listener, malaric, as of late had been sufficient enough. however their beloved listener had been attacked by the swarm that descended upon the market and that was just one of several simultaneous events that called cause for concern both for the eclipse as a whole and personally. she'd asked one of her personal enclave to deliver word to the speakers or an enlightened in order to gather everyone late evening after the antidote had been announced.Â
dressed in a floor length white satin dress with red lace overlay that matched her ghostly white blonde hair. a ruddy colored veil covers her face when she travels between places for both protection and anonymity. she makes her way into the lantern at the bottom of the museum and up to the pulpit. for the first time in years she pulls the the veil back so that the entire eclipse may see her as she speaks to them, softly through a small microphone set up behind the podium.Â
âgood evening, my children. it brings me joy to see all your illuminated faces, we are the lucky ones, gathered here today. it saddens me that not only did some of our family get injured, some gravely so, from the swarmââ she started her face falling to a mournful one, a soft sob and a polite sniffle to accentuate her sorrow. âbut to also to see them put on the wall,â the night mother opens her mouth to speak again, only to be cut off by an emotional crack in her throat trying to compose herself. âmy babies, his children, slaughtered by dim shamrock heathens! Itâs one thing for nature to run its course, but a direct attack? we have done nothing but offer enlightenment and warnings of danger to the people of burnington. the dread father is inconsolable right now.âÂ
there was a moment pause for those in the eclipse to speak in muttered reaction to her words. âthe dim ones cannot be permitted to try and snuff out all the power we were just given with out purple and red-eyed winged ones, the wise ones. the dread father has confirmed the giant moths are inhabited by the souls of those fallen in the past and asked that we protect them, there is much to be learned from them. the ones with amethyst eyes have traveled many realms to make it back to us.â she paused again to let the information sink in and re-wet her mouth. âfurthermore, it is time to bring all of our children home again. those that were lost brought back or given back to the birds to carry them on to their new purpose. they know too much to be out there, easily able to be corrupted by those who wish us gone!â the night mother was already working on orders to be passed through and worked out fully with malaric when he returned home. until then, it will be the speakers and their respective silencers who will be used.Â
âthe original sacrifice has re-emerged from crater lake as has itâs father. there is no word on what he wants done with them, i will just warn you to distance yourself from them unless you can extract their intentions from them and report back to me or a speaker until malaric returns.â severina was more than concerned knowing dante was in contact with odette. both needed to be eliminated if she wished to continue her place on mothmanâs side and bring the eclipse to new levels of light.
"while our braver children are working on those things, the rest of us must work to broaden our defenses and bring as many people in as we can. not everyone is as lucky as us, and they do not deserve to see his light unless they dedicate themselves to the dread father and the night mother.â she cleared her throat again and pulled the veil back over her face. âi love you my children, please protect each other, be safe, and may the light shine bright in your chests and the dark warm you like a blanket, keeping all those who wish to hurt you at bay.â with that, the night mother walked quietly back through the crowd, touching a few of her children before exiting and returning back to her tower to await the listeners return. there was much to prepare for and some changes to be made if they were to survive.
