Siera Nilifen
Although she was listening to the conversations that were happening as they approached their way into the city, the azure-haired musician was focused on only two things: the destination of their journey and the fact that she was far less in shape than everyone else here. While she was managing to keep up with everyone else, it was with considerable effort, and only the thought that she was close, so close, to her goal kept her going. Too much time had been spent chasing after the trail left by the demigod of chaos, and she refused to let him get away again.
Her journey to get here had been too long. She was tired, tired of everything that had come to stand in her path, tired of the fact that she couldn’t simply have a life that was anywhere close to normal. No matter where she went, it seemed that the world was trying to pull her into everything, and the maddening echoes in her head of a song from a dying world refused to allow her any peace. Rivers of lava, hidden passages to cities built on mountaintops…none of that was what she wanted, not anymore. It all led to death, despair, and destruction, and she had seen enough of it.
As if sensing that she was thinking like this again, both of her companions - a flute that, despite everything, somehow was still flying alongside her, and a puppy, now grown into a rather large dog - nudged her forward, breaking her from her thoughts and reminding her that she was still in a test of endurance that she was most certainly not winning. She came back just in time to hear the exchange about the power of gods coming down, and it just made her sigh. Her people did not have such beings, and given what she had seen during her time in this world, it was for the better. Every problem that she had been drawn into had been due to some action by a deity, and now it appeared that the world was on the brink of destruction because of them.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
11-Sep-2022 04:13:17