Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2022 18:45:44 GMT -5
It was a rather curious place, this archaic city of the arcane. While on its bleached and muddied surface, it might appear from the distance to be a testament to the lands around it; a dying oasis withering in the setting sun every night. The days here became rather hot, only for those not properly acclimated to the dry heat or a parched palette. The hum of the magical bars on her cell, and the warmth emanating off them didn’t warrant much reprieve from the blanket that seemed to cover the land. Even within the shade of this prison, there was no wind, no working fans on this level of containment that provided much comfort from the dragon’s breath that sighed over Vynh City.
The guard slept with his feet on the table, chair propped back as he leaned into it. A phlegm bubble expanded and contracted with his snoring, a rather disturbing whistle coming from somewhere in the back of the throat. Next to the audible thrum of the containment bars, there was little next to nothing beyond the seduction of a world beyond these walls to entice the senses of the witch. Celeste had taken to pacing the cell once more, following the dying laughter of some commotion among a group of children outside. There had been some juicy drama to go off of for nearly twenty-three minutes (she had been bored enough to count them all), before the dispute was inevitably settled over the big game, whatever that was.
There still existed a great part of the witch that wished to see the sights this world possibly had to offer; in fact, it was the only thing beyond this fabled key that provided any sort of interest. How long had it been since her encounter with that nefarious duo though? Days? A week, perhaps? She had given the pair and their quarry much thought since her wrongful arrest in that Neapolitan district, accused of the malignancies that had taken the lives of countless scholars and practitioners alike. Celeste soon came to an understanding that these people’s sense of prejudice was not far removed from that of Earth currently. How delighted President Ottoy might be to discover his policies would find much support among these xenophobic fools.
A sigh offered when she considered the state of things back home.
"How low we've fallen; I wonder what might be said, were they to see you now..." she muttered wryly under her breath.
What was to happen there? How much would change in her absence? Everything was a damned mess now.
Celeste sighed and let her head fall to her shoulder. She continued pacing before her speculations had caught up to her. The witch’s mind filled with heavy thoughts that required movement, and an inquisitive eye. Thoughts of mortality. Thoughts of time. It had been such a long time since she'd been left in the dark that she'd forgotten the feeling of it. Confused. Aimless. A tad helpless, if she was being honest with herself. It was a degree maddening - if only for it was time not hers to serve, not deserved, earned, nor bought. She would have made to consider spending the next fifteen minutes, weighing in on how she’d repay that arrogant shinjin – were it not for a great rumble to shake the very foundations of the prison.
The witch would manage to peer a glimpse of a building out in the city begin to quake, before it would descend into a cloud of dust and debris as it crumbled. How curious. Now just who did the city have to thank for that? Celeste weighed the options, but as far as she was aware, nobody with whom she held acquaintances knew this world even existed. Did this world have its own share of super powered warriors as well? The witch would roll her eyes with a sigh at the thought, before turning away to continue about her excessive pacing.PL: 37,000 | Antisense: OFF
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