[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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The silvered maiden arrived silently, sat in the back, and said nothing. Solulfur has called for the three pillars, and Euphemia had also decided to heed such a call, if not as a pillar then to be a part of the audience. In her long musings on this subject, Euphemia had come to realize that in many ways she felt that being a pillar was her birthright, and birthrights could not be voted away. So she would be present, because she felt she should be privy to such a conversation.

After all, Euphemia knew easily what Solulfur was going to talk about.

In the end, the bookish shewolf had been right. Solulfur told a grand story of runes and the end of the world, which Euphemia already knew intimately. It was as if she had already lived it, and was hearing this experience being told through another lens. It felt wrong. It felt sensational. It felt as though Solulfur was playing into very dark, toxic thoughts that threatened to poison life as they knew it.

Still, she was silent.

In fact, she tried to be a statue as she let Solulfur’s words and summary settle in like the world’s most uncomfortable, scratchiest late-winter coat.

Some had seen it, heard it. Others had not, and were hearing about this for the first time. Euphemia regarded Aurelia from her spot in the back, unamused. Silence fell over the small crowd as the issue – the supposed end of the world – was left open to other’s interpretations and/or solutions. Nottin spoke up, and Euphemia allowed herself to watch the sibling pair exchange concerns.

Were Aurelia and Tiberii going to fall for all this?

There had to be a voice of reason, lest Dawnbreak be swept up in a sea of cultish beliefs and ancestrally-held trauma, none of which was their own. Euphemia took a deep breath, feeling the brief feeling of terror clutch at her when she realized she must speak up, and then she forced the words out anyway.

A panic? A panic over what, exactly? A shared dream? Scary voices? she questioned, her voice grave, taking the topic as seriously as Sol took it herself. Many have prophesied doom in the past, but not once were they ever correct about it. Souls were spirited away and reborn as easily as the winds changed course. It seemed silly to think that the runes were anything more than the cruel gods, playing with them like pawns once more. They must be smarter, and not be thrown off-course by every unknown magical oddity that comes their way.

We cannot regard this as anything more than those nightmare caves that once appeared on this land, Euphemia pleaded with earnestness. She had never seen war. Never having seen the devastation of entire ecosystems, she was fairly certain it would not happen here. and definitely not during her lifetime.

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