There's an an altar in the middle of the sea, ancient and separate from everything around it, but the most impressive thing isn’t the crumbling stones, but the serpentine goddess looming in front of it. The goddess does not speak the way a mortal speaks, but her words still hit to the core of you.
What does a lowly, ephemeral speck know of All Creation? the goddess demands as she swipes at the altar. Parts of it crumble, away into the see, but the blonde woman holding a trident tight in her hands does not falter. She cannot. This is too important and Noctis has come too far for Leviathan to deny him. Them.
She stands tall, and keeps her voice firm and steady. She is not afraid - not of the Six, nor of her duty.]
I know what you must know- [The memory flickers, for just a moment, to a different place, a different time, a young, dark-haired boy and a young, blonde girl in a brightly lit room.] -that the King of Kings is to drive the darkness from our star.
The goddess snarls, lashing out once more, and Lunafreya falls. She breathes, heavily, and everything flickers again. A man, grim, with a magitek arm surrounded by soldiers. Lunafreya stands up from her chair, just as she stands up now, bracing herself with the Trident of the Oracle as the goddess rants.
Blasphemous ingrates, all men, quick to forget the ages their goddess stood watch!]
pretty sights;
[It’s the gardens that Lunafreya is most drawn to, initially. They’re beautiful and she welcomes the relaxing atmosphere. It’s...been a while since she’s had the freedom to simply enjoy something, even though she knows there’s not much time that will be afforded to them. Such is the life of a world on the brink of chaos.
But, for now, she can enjoy it. She can relax, for just a moment, and enjoy the new flora around her.
She can’t fuel herself on flowers alone, though, so she can also readily be found in the cafeteria, enjoying the foreign foods. If she sees anyone looking lost, she’ll call out to them with a gentle smile.]
You’re welcome to sit here, if you want.
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lunafreya nox flueret | final fantasy xv | ota
There's an an altar in the middle of the sea, ancient and separate from everything around it, but the most impressive thing isn’t the crumbling stones, but the serpentine goddess looming in front of it. The goddess does not speak the way a mortal speaks, but her words still hit to the core of you.
What does a lowly, ephemeral speck know of All Creation? the goddess demands as she swipes at the altar. Parts of it crumble, away into the see, but the blonde woman holding a trident tight in her hands does not falter. She cannot. This is too important and Noctis has come too far for Leviathan to deny him. Them.
She stands tall, and keeps her voice firm and steady. She is not afraid - not of the Six, nor of her duty.]
I know what you must know- [The memory flickers, for just a moment, to a different place, a different time, a young, dark-haired boy and a young, blonde girl in a brightly lit room.] -that the King of Kings is to drive the darkness from our star.
The goddess snarls, lashing out once more, and Lunafreya falls. She breathes, heavily, and everything flickers again. A man, grim, with a magitek arm surrounded by soldiers. Lunafreya stands up from her chair, just as she stands up now, bracing herself with the Trident of the Oracle as the goddess rants.
Blasphemous ingrates, all men, quick to forget the ages their goddess stood watch!]
pretty sights;
[It’s the gardens that Lunafreya is most drawn to, initially. They’re beautiful and she welcomes the relaxing atmosphere. It’s...been a while since she’s had the freedom to simply enjoy something, even though she knows there’s not much time that will be afforded to them. Such is the life of a world on the brink of chaos.
But, for now, she can enjoy it. She can relax, for just a moment, and enjoy the new flora around her.
She can’t fuel herself on flowers alone, though, so she can also readily be found in the cafeteria, enjoying the foreign foods. If she sees anyone looking lost, she’ll call out to them with a gentle smile.]
You’re welcome to sit here, if you want.
wildcard;]
[Want anything else? Anywhere else? Feel free to go buckwild, or hit me up at