11/21/2025, 4:55 AM
Rune Discovery : 「 Success - pending! 」
How brave. How noble.
When could it be more clear that the danger that had grown around them? When they were struck by the ice as it fell and threatened the ground? The ice flew into shards with each thunderous beat, the sounds only bouncing off the walls of the chasm until it all became a cacophony. They were lucky to hear one another, they would be lucky to escape without having bloodshed from cuts and scrapes against the jagged ice. For a beat, the Dróttningin tried to argue, tried to stay.
But the Seer was resolute. He was firm in his belief, and if not - well, perhaps his poker face was quite good. The rune pulsed brighter as Wardruna made her way out of the chasm. A parting glance back to her kin before she was gone, and the wind that had led them was deathly still. Nothing but the din from the chasm could be heard. The wind did not howl. The snow did not crunch beneath her paws.
And inside....the feeling swelled until there was a sudden stillness. Inside the cavern the world stopped shaking, the ice stopped creaking and groaning, and the only shards that fell were the ones that had held and protected the rune.
A sacrifice so noble had to be honored. Love given freely, love shown to another, the wellbeing of others placed over the self. It felt like healing. It felt like releasing a tense breath you'd held for far too long. Around Vitus' legs a softer breeze danced across his paws, as if to apologize for any aches from frantically trying to carve through the ice. The wind was gentle, pleasant even, as it then twisted its way out of the chasm to dance along Wardruna's frame.
Something deep within Mythris herself was touched by the noble offering. The world for a moment let out a little sigh of relief, and on the gentle wind was almost the scent of ivy and flowers and the heavy dense fog from around Lake's Halo.
Get out Wardruna -- I've seen my future, I will live even if this hurts, but I don't want to risk you!
How brave. How noble.
When could it be more clear that the danger that had grown around them? When they were struck by the ice as it fell and threatened the ground? The ice flew into shards with each thunderous beat, the sounds only bouncing off the walls of the chasm until it all became a cacophony. They were lucky to hear one another, they would be lucky to escape without having bloodshed from cuts and scrapes against the jagged ice. For a beat, the Dróttningin tried to argue, tried to stay.
But the Seer was resolute. He was firm in his belief, and if not - well, perhaps his poker face was quite good. The rune pulsed brighter as Wardruna made her way out of the chasm. A parting glance back to her kin before she was gone, and the wind that had led them was deathly still. Nothing but the din from the chasm could be heard. The wind did not howl. The snow did not crunch beneath her paws.
And inside....the feeling swelled until there was a sudden stillness. Inside the cavern the world stopped shaking, the ice stopped creaking and groaning, and the only shards that fell were the ones that had held and protected the rune.
A sacrifice so noble had to be honored. Love given freely, love shown to another, the wellbeing of others placed over the self. It felt like healing. It felt like releasing a tense breath you'd held for far too long. Around Vitus' legs a softer breeze danced across his paws, as if to apologize for any aches from frantically trying to carve through the ice. The wind was gentle, pleasant even, as it then twisted its way out of the chasm to dance along Wardruna's frame.
Something deep within Mythris herself was touched by the noble offering. The world for a moment let out a little sigh of relief, and on the gentle wind was almost the scent of ivy and flowers and the heavy dense fog from around Lake's Halo.