now the wound breeds life
10-11-2024, 08:58 PM
Lumine can tell that Bjorn is far more tense than she is. He has always been far more of a believer than herself. Clearly, by his words and actions, he truly did think that Ragnarok was on the horizon. She couldn't help the shivers that kept trailing down her spine. The logical part of her told her it was impossible. Gods couldn't truly be real and apocalypses didn't actually happen. But after what she saw in Boreas, those spires, how could she not believe it all? Nodding in agreement with Bjorn to stay away from the shore, she turned her focus back on the raised channels of earth. Watching his trail his nose along one of the channels, her ears flick back when he mentions something burning. Burning? Her brow furrows, nose crinkling with nervousness. "I do hope I don't smell something burning," she murmurs quietly, trailing after her brother who is intent on finding out something, anything. "What if a new mountain is beginning to shape here," Lumine posits softly, her eyes looking at the channels and noticing how they ripple and shift. |
