Solirus
Grossly Incandescent
A Rude Awakening
The air was dry, placed far from the lake caused the common humidity to cease and in turn feel dryer in comparison. The room was light up by two ceremonial candles nailed to the walls with wrappings and symbols engraved on each respectively. The sloppy nailing of the candles had caused small fractures to the walls tempting the dust to trickle down ever so slightly. The floor was scattered and littered with piles of papers each containing notes or creative drawings of crystals and mechanical monsters dirtied up by the falling dust. The room seemed like a prison with a singular door leading outside, yet the room housed desks and chairs and even tools and materials commonly used for weaving, some more clearly used and worn than others messily tossed in the floor alongside the papers.
At the end of the room was there a hammock each side nailed carefully to the wall in contrast to the candles who seemed more hastily pined to the wall. In the hammock did Ziya rest, a Moth woman of cursed skin, assigned to the room from previous and repeated sins, a woman looked down upon with pity and disgust by many of her fellows.
A loud repeated bang was heard on the door as it threatened to fly right off. "Wake up Ziya!" a voice exclaimed following the knocks, "Your presence is requested by the Elders, you have five minutes to prepare or we'll drag you to them ourselves!" The voice ordered in a clearly irritated and aggravated tone. It was early in the morning, the sun barely having risen, the most annoying time for Ziya to open her eyes.
Juju
The air was dry, placed far from the lake caused the common humidity to cease and in turn feel dryer in comparison. The room was light up by two ceremonial candles nailed to the walls with wrappings and symbols engraved on each respectively. The sloppy nailing of the candles had caused small fractures to the walls tempting the dust to trickle down ever so slightly. The floor was scattered and littered with piles of papers each containing notes or creative drawings of crystals and mechanical monsters dirtied up by the falling dust. The room seemed like a prison with a singular door leading outside, yet the room housed desks and chairs and even tools and materials commonly used for weaving, some more clearly used and worn than others messily tossed in the floor alongside the papers.
At the end of the room was there a hammock each side nailed carefully to the wall in contrast to the candles who seemed more hastily pined to the wall. In the hammock did Ziya rest, a Moth woman of cursed skin, assigned to the room from previous and repeated sins, a woman looked down upon with pity and disgust by many of her fellows.
A loud repeated bang was heard on the door as it threatened to fly right off. "Wake up Ziya!" a voice exclaimed following the knocks, "Your presence is requested by the Elders, you have five minutes to prepare or we'll drag you to them ourselves!" The voice ordered in a clearly irritated and aggravated tone. It was early in the morning, the sun barely having risen, the most annoying time for Ziya to open her eyes.
Juju