Post by Krakenbox on Oct 3, 2021 11:45:56 GMT -8
The fact that they could feel the intense weight of King Nohoilpi's Mantle got their attention, the Fairest's input only being a vessel or symbol to the true power in the room. Was he here right now? The words burrowed into the meat of their mien, resonating as someone started adding their own stitches to the Norn's tapestry and changed the story. Touching fate as Riley traced the magic was like dragging the match of their psyche along the friction of the spinning wheel. The Brightone lit up as the blood flicked, a disease of entropy wriggling along every ley line they had left; every sympathetic thread as the eggs of something promising oblivion waited to hatch—moths of oblivion waiting to feast on the very Idea of Riley Sorsa—not Melanie Wilde—the concept woven together from a memory to walk free again was something different.
Was this what it was like for the Lost to reach enlightenment? A glimpse of the Rules.
The Kings could interpret the manual. And that was an art over a science.
Riley slipped on the ice that froze their connection to human understandings of reality. The insight fluttering off to return beyond the witch light to whispered Autumn chants... The question of what Worm's stance in all this was answered as Riley focused on Golden's odd choice for line of sight. It was easy to assume he didn't want to look them in the eye, given his behaviour from earlier and the closer proximity. The Pledgesmith's mouth was open, ready to shut down Golden Boy's little ritual if not for the Hunterheart's gaze locking him in the numb cacophony of faerie.
Then he blinked, releasing the lawyer as he numbly ran an eye over Riley. Nothing exceptional had happened for those who witnessed, clearly where magic had been evoked but no reference to what and how and why. He didn't have anything left to puke.
"Leave, immediately," Worm eventually managed, wrestling his own anger. He couldn't have the Winter Thief casting unknowable spells on his client and doing God Knows What instead of honouring the mediation. "I'll report this to your Kni-"
"She's sitting right outside," he muttered.
Else I wouldn't have come here.
"I see. I'll speak with..." Worm trailed off. That was the game, wasn't it? There was a moment of cold understanding between the two that both their monarchs were playing something beyond them. Complaining to Papa Saturday about something Nohoilpli had clearly orchestrated. The fact that Golden Boy wasn't laughing at the joke was a testament to how miserable he was over the whole business.
"By will of the Winter King, I Promise with this pact, you'll settle the moniker on Yule and help Linden," Golden Boy interrupted, serpentine gaze flicking to Riley with the weight of sincerity they had felt before braving the storm.
The kid knew something he wasn't free to talk about, but he was finding a way to still tell the truth.
Was this what it was like for the Lost to reach enlightenment? A glimpse of the Rules.
The Kings could interpret the manual. And that was an art over a science.
Riley gains the Madness Condition, and a Beat for the Dramatic Failure
Riley slipped on the ice that froze their connection to human understandings of reality. The insight fluttering off to return beyond the witch light to whispered Autumn chants... The question of what Worm's stance in all this was answered as Riley focused on Golden's odd choice for line of sight. It was easy to assume he didn't want to look them in the eye, given his behaviour from earlier and the closer proximity. The Pledgesmith's mouth was open, ready to shut down Golden Boy's little ritual if not for the Hunterheart's gaze locking him in the numb cacophony of faerie.
Then he blinked, releasing the lawyer as he numbly ran an eye over Riley. Nothing exceptional had happened for those who witnessed, clearly where magic had been evoked but no reference to what and how and why. He didn't have anything left to puke.
"Leave, immediately," Worm eventually managed, wrestling his own anger. He couldn't have the Winter Thief casting unknowable spells on his client and doing God Knows What instead of honouring the mediation. "I'll report this to your Kni-"
"She's sitting right outside," he muttered.
Else I wouldn't have come here.
"I see. I'll speak with..." Worm trailed off. That was the game, wasn't it? There was a moment of cold understanding between the two that both their monarchs were playing something beyond them. Complaining to Papa Saturday about something Nohoilpli had clearly orchestrated. The fact that Golden Boy wasn't laughing at the joke was a testament to how miserable he was over the whole business.
"By will of the Winter King, I Promise with this pact, you'll settle the moniker on Yule and help Linden," Golden Boy interrupted, serpentine gaze flicking to Riley with the weight of sincerity they had felt before braving the storm.
The kid knew something he wasn't free to talk about, but he was finding a way to still tell the truth.