Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2018 4:47:20 GMT -5
[OOC: thread runs semi-parallel to the events of Light of the Bastion]
Rina Croft
The smell of smoke filled the autumn air. Were it not for the many chimneys that dotted the rooftops, each puffing shrouding plumes into the sky, such a scent might have seemed out of place. Rather that was a truth the people in Radiant Garden probably wished at this moment. Across the town an airship observed an unfolding development, a fight, betwixt invading minions of an unknown allegiance, and a handful of convenience in the form of heroes idled in their travels. Things were beginning to intensify, and as a result, the smell of smoke had spread rampant through the air. From where the amber-gold spheres watched with a lazy disappointment, Morrigan was safely far enough from the battle to be concerned for her own safety. The initial spark of conflict had been intriguing to warrant her attention, yet as it went on she found her interest dwindling. Though she continued to watch from afar, arms crossed as she stood upon a pipe overlooking the bastion’s Postern.
Though had she not been right? The inevitably spreading conflict had reached the soils of this world, just as she had so easily predicted just a little over a week ago. How arrogantly quick the defenders of this place had been to dismiss her claims as naught but idle banter, too clueless to see through the cryptic symbolism of her riddling rhetoric. Though she could have served a warning no better, and thus here they stood. A kingdom under siege by outworld forces, a town of people in fear for their futures, and Morrigan standing here in the wind to silently observe it all. What fires had started from afar had begun to darken the sky with the clouds of accumulating smoke. The chilled autumn air, as brisk as it were, held no signs of impending precipitation. These fires would burn to their fury’s content, until anyone could manage the valor to risk one’s own health for the safety of the others. Some already attempted this by fetching pals of water to douse the embers igniting their hay bales and woodpiles. Those that weren’t successful found themselves either cut down or run off by digitally themed Heartless, which had spread from the source of the raid in search of more powerful victims.
Morrigan observed the behaviors of the creatures and the townsfolk, watching how they behaved individually, then how when they interacted with one of the other. Curious it was to watch emotions within the hearts of people spike to life on their faces, much like the fires around this town when given enough air. The way they sprang forward from complacency, was remarkable. The terror on the faces of some, would parody and rival the feigned bravery plastered over others. Those that fought because they had to, not for their belief to save the world, but themselves, were curious to say the least. What compelled them to fight? Because no one else would? Could? What could be said of those that cowered while this went on? Where was their merit? Where was that ever unwavering light so often preached about in the stories of old? Such cowardice deserved what fate these Heartless would deliver unto those wielding it.
By simply staying out of any of the conflict, Morrigan would use this opportunity provided to her by this hapless band of villains to take in more research of the heart during strenuous trials. The more that could be understood, the more that could be utilized to accomplish the remaining set of tasks still before her. All that mattered was that things continued to move forward, at a rate exceeding expectations at that, and now she was simply using the lax pace to enjoy carrying out these little errands. Though simply remaining idle in all this chaos was bound to wear on her patience sooner or later. Certainly more could be done to appease that desire for entertainments that still remained to be found. Though there was a profound certainty that opportunities would present themselves, as they always did. Patience was a favored virtue Morrigan would continue to put into practice.
Rina Croft