[Closed, Complete] So hand me that remote
WHO: The Goddess of Love, Hannike
WHAT: Something is amiss in the deeper reaches of the jungle.
WHERE: The Jungle.
WHEN: Today, the last day of the Romance curse.
Hannike remembered this place from all those years ago, when they'd banished that fool Zikhadhara within its deepest regions. But it touched at a deeper memory, too--an older, ancient one that she'd thought she'd forgotten. It was not as beautiful as it used to be, this fair island. But she felt comfortable and safe as she worked on her dear nephew's gift, manipulating the swirling currents of magic within the confines of the jungle. She felt closer to her abilities here, moreso than any other place on the island. Aisling's gift would be beautiful, and one worthy of a progeny of the stars. One worthy of the powerful god she knew he would become, in time.
She'd finished her gift now, dusting off her silken dress as she stood to admire her handiwork. Where there was once a cluster of vines and thick brush, a beautiful, serene garden had taken its place. And in the center was a pool of water so clear, that one could perfectly see their reflection in its surface. She would allow this as a safe haven for the mortals as well, but only Aisling, herself, and Cela--if she decided to visit, could have the full benefit of its ability.
She smiled and clapped her hands in delight. "Lovely. Perfe--" She stopped in the middle of her thought and glanced off into the distance. Something felt...odd. She had not felt that, earlier. She traveled deeper in the jungle--quickly, and stopped near the deepest regions, at a recently-used path. Dead Shadhavar were scattered here and there, and her jaw tightened. Had mortals ventured in this region? She moved deeper still, and here the magic tugged at a deep place inside her, a familiar place.
There was a rustle near her, and a massive Shadhavar ventured in front of her path, shaking out its shaggy mane. She held its gaze, and it moved out of her way. She continued along the beaten path and pushed back the branches and brush that were blocking her path.
What she saw made her cover her mouth in shock, a soft gasp escaping her. Ruins of a long-forgotten place greeted her, and even as she watched they were changing, becoming less damaged, newer. She took tentative steps further into this lost city and walked down a pathway she knew well.
In the center a fountain stood, and taking shape was the statue of herself and Cela, a statue she had not seen for centuries. She gazed off into the distance and her eyes widened. The island...was it changing?
"Oh dear...oh no, no. This should not--it shouldn't be happening." Had they not hidden it well? Kept its secret for years? Why was it changing now? She'd heard their Garnet had been repaired, but...
And so quickly...even now she could see more of the old landmarks returning, and further off in the horizon, a massive, shimmering Colosseum flickered in and out of view. She could not let mortals stumble upon it. She had to fix it, at least temporarily. And then, she would have to speak to Shallash and Cela.
Until then, she needed to think of a way to distract the mortals here, and quickly.
WHAT: Something is amiss in the deeper reaches of the jungle.
WHERE: The Jungle.
WHEN: Today, the last day of the Romance curse.
Hannike remembered this place from all those years ago, when they'd banished that fool Zikhadhara within its deepest regions. But it touched at a deeper memory, too--an older, ancient one that she'd thought she'd forgotten. It was not as beautiful as it used to be, this fair island. But she felt comfortable and safe as she worked on her dear nephew's gift, manipulating the swirling currents of magic within the confines of the jungle. She felt closer to her abilities here, moreso than any other place on the island. Aisling's gift would be beautiful, and one worthy of a progeny of the stars. One worthy of the powerful god she knew he would become, in time.
She'd finished her gift now, dusting off her silken dress as she stood to admire her handiwork. Where there was once a cluster of vines and thick brush, a beautiful, serene garden had taken its place. And in the center was a pool of water so clear, that one could perfectly see their reflection in its surface. She would allow this as a safe haven for the mortals as well, but only Aisling, herself, and Cela--if she decided to visit, could have the full benefit of its ability.
She smiled and clapped her hands in delight. "Lovely. Perfe--" She stopped in the middle of her thought and glanced off into the distance. Something felt...odd. She had not felt that, earlier. She traveled deeper in the jungle--quickly, and stopped near the deepest regions, at a recently-used path. Dead Shadhavar were scattered here and there, and her jaw tightened. Had mortals ventured in this region? She moved deeper still, and here the magic tugged at a deep place inside her, a familiar place.
There was a rustle near her, and a massive Shadhavar ventured in front of her path, shaking out its shaggy mane. She held its gaze, and it moved out of her way. She continued along the beaten path and pushed back the branches and brush that were blocking her path.
What she saw made her cover her mouth in shock, a soft gasp escaping her. Ruins of a long-forgotten place greeted her, and even as she watched they were changing, becoming less damaged, newer. She took tentative steps further into this lost city and walked down a pathway she knew well.
In the center a fountain stood, and taking shape was the statue of herself and Cela, a statue she had not seen for centuries. She gazed off into the distance and her eyes widened. The island...was it changing?
"Oh dear...oh no, no. This should not--it shouldn't be happening." Had they not hidden it well? Kept its secret for years? Why was it changing now? She'd heard their Garnet had been repaired, but...
And so quickly...even now she could see more of the old landmarks returning, and further off in the horizon, a massive, shimmering Colosseum flickered in and out of view. She could not let mortals stumble upon it. She had to fix it, at least temporarily. And then, she would have to speak to Shallash and Cela.
Until then, she needed to think of a way to distract the mortals here, and quickly.