08-05-2018, 09:28 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Ever since her encounter with the Maker, Imperia sees people's auras. She can observe when they shift of change, and perhaps even identify their emotional state or determine if someone is being truthful. That is all the Peri thought that changed. But recently, dreams have kept her awake. The she-wolf struggles to remember them the next day, but they are always terrifying enough that Peri awakens with a scream. It has seriously affected her sleeping pattern to the point where she no longer sleeps for longer than a couple hours at a time, several times a day. Much like a cat. As such, she is awake for much of the night. So she spends her time organizing herbs or reading books. Sometimes she takes a walk.
Tonight, she cannot seem to get the idea of pendants out of her head. Learning how to forge them is difficult, and Peri has dedicated much of her time to studying the craft so that she can expertly shape them into designs that fit the individual. The she-wolf decides to visit the starpool and pick out some smaller shards with which to practice. Much of her journey is silent as her thoughts drift to far away places until her attention is captured by the sounds of voices up ahead. Curious as to why so many people are present here so late at night, the cleric comes to stand by Washington in time to hear his words.
In a world like theirs, with magic and monsters and ghosts and gods, fairytales do not seem so much like plain stories. They are merely a reflection of reality. Imperia nourished herself on such tales, filling her mind with the wonders of fae and all the other marvels the supernatural encompass. Now that she has encountered a dragon and spoken with her deity, as well as met several vampires, Imperia must admit that fantasy is no longer, well, fantasy. That is why she is so intrigued by the stories of the Agents. Washington and Carolina. So much mystery. So many secrets. Armor constructed of titanium alloy and scars from "bullets." Body dysphoria and hints that they used to be human rather than beast. It is all very fascinating, even if she hears about it in bits an pieces. But she can also sympathize with their plight.
A recon helmet, huh? Interesting. Peri gazes down at the helmet with interest. "That's strange...I've been here many times and I have not seen this in the Starpool." All those times she dove down into the deep water, not once did she spot a faded blue helmet.
Tonight, she cannot seem to get the idea of pendants out of her head. Learning how to forge them is difficult, and Peri has dedicated much of her time to studying the craft so that she can expertly shape them into designs that fit the individual. The she-wolf decides to visit the starpool and pick out some smaller shards with which to practice. Much of her journey is silent as her thoughts drift to far away places until her attention is captured by the sounds of voices up ahead. Curious as to why so many people are present here so late at night, the cleric comes to stand by Washington in time to hear his words.
In a world like theirs, with magic and monsters and ghosts and gods, fairytales do not seem so much like plain stories. They are merely a reflection of reality. Imperia nourished herself on such tales, filling her mind with the wonders of fae and all the other marvels the supernatural encompass. Now that she has encountered a dragon and spoken with her deity, as well as met several vampires, Imperia must admit that fantasy is no longer, well, fantasy. That is why she is so intrigued by the stories of the Agents. Washington and Carolina. So much mystery. So many secrets. Armor constructed of titanium alloy and scars from "bullets." Body dysphoria and hints that they used to be human rather than beast. It is all very fascinating, even if she hears about it in bits an pieces. But she can also sympathize with their plight.
A recon helmet, huh? Interesting. Peri gazes down at the helmet with interest. "That's strange...I've been here many times and I have not seen this in the Starpool." All those times she dove down into the deep water, not once did she spot a faded blue helmet.