It was over. She was free.
Atrium watched as the sun light spilled over the tops of nearby by houses. The early morning was chilled and a thin fog hung in the streets of the Goblet. Â Atrium sat atop the great windmill as her eyes surveyed the Goblet, the lands beyond, and the rising sun.
Her mismatched eyes sparkled as they caught the light and she had a thin grin on her mouth.
She was free.
The Voice had been hunted down and kill last night. Â Atrium didn't know the specifics but that didn't matter. Why should it? That old elezen had entered Nald'thal's domain and would remain there. This world was here's to wander now.
Those whom had cut the Voice down: Misha, Iron, Sae, Raik, Franz, Leanne, Meta xi, Lillith, they had all looked at her last night.
They were wary of her but also kind.Â
Atrium owed them much. She had even offered to let Iron chop off her head in an effort to cheer him up since he had been withdrawn for some reason as. Â But he had declined.
Atrium chewed on her lower lip.
These living beings were complex and Atrium was now free in a world full of standards and rules she did not understand. Â Last night so many had instructed her not to offer to let people chop off her head. Â To not do this to not so that. That killing made people uncomfortable. Atrium sighed.
How did it make people uncomfortable? They had all just slain the Voice and were planning on doing the same to the rest of the cult she had been made to serve. Â They said they would hunt her cult down and.destroy it. Atrium was indifferent. Either way, Nald'thal would be served.
At least Misha and Oubliette understood her.
Atrium smiled.  Misha, Atrium had called her a friend and owed her much. Atrium was eager to see the miqo'te  once more and learn things. But as much as she owed Misha, she owed Oubliette infinatly more.Â
He had freed her and had asked nothing in return. He had done it because, deep down, just as Misha had said, he was a good man. A silly, murderous, joker. But good to her.Â
Atrium licked her lips. He was hers and she his. Perhaps she wasn't -entirly- free, but her binds were voluntary and Atrium was glad for them since he held them. Â She would always be there for him, just as he had for her.
Though Atrium was still unsure what to do otherwise with her time. Misha had mentioned finding someway to help people. Atrium just wanted to kill. The Crow rose to her feet and then threw herself off the great building and plummeted towards the earth. She shrugged as she slammed onto the unyeilding stones and turned to smoke.
She would find a way. After all, she was free.
Atrium watched as the sun light spilled over the tops of nearby by houses. The early morning was chilled and a thin fog hung in the streets of the Goblet. Â Atrium sat atop the great windmill as her eyes surveyed the Goblet, the lands beyond, and the rising sun.
Her mismatched eyes sparkled as they caught the light and she had a thin grin on her mouth.
She was free.
The Voice had been hunted down and kill last night. Â Atrium didn't know the specifics but that didn't matter. Why should it? That old elezen had entered Nald'thal's domain and would remain there. This world was here's to wander now.
Those whom had cut the Voice down: Misha, Iron, Sae, Raik, Franz, Leanne, Meta xi, Lillith, they had all looked at her last night.
They were wary of her but also kind.Â
Atrium owed them much. She had even offered to let Iron chop off her head in an effort to cheer him up since he had been withdrawn for some reason as. Â But he had declined.
Atrium chewed on her lower lip.
These living beings were complex and Atrium was now free in a world full of standards and rules she did not understand. Â Last night so many had instructed her not to offer to let people chop off her head. Â To not do this to not so that. That killing made people uncomfortable. Atrium sighed.
How did it make people uncomfortable? They had all just slain the Voice and were planning on doing the same to the rest of the cult she had been made to serve. Â They said they would hunt her cult down and.destroy it. Atrium was indifferent. Either way, Nald'thal would be served.
At least Misha and Oubliette understood her.
Atrium smiled.  Misha, Atrium had called her a friend and owed her much. Atrium was eager to see the miqo'te  once more and learn things. But as much as she owed Misha, she owed Oubliette infinatly more.Â
He had freed her and had asked nothing in return. He had done it because, deep down, just as Misha had said, he was a good man. A silly, murderous, joker. But good to her.Â
Atrium licked her lips. He was hers and she his. Perhaps she wasn't -entirly- free, but her binds were voluntary and Atrium was glad for them since he held them. Â She would always be there for him, just as he had for her.
Though Atrium was still unsure what to do otherwise with her time. Misha had mentioned finding someway to help people. Atrium just wanted to kill. The Crow rose to her feet and then threw herself off the great building and plummeted towards the earth. She shrugged as she slammed onto the unyeilding stones and turned to smoke.
She would find a way. After all, she was free.
