12-11-2013, 06:54 PM
Sophia gives a soft laugh to herself when Hector mentions learning more when he's NOT being ripped up by Black Spiral dancers, and otherwise the Crescent Moon sits, quiet and reserved, and she listens to what everyone has to say.
Like a court reporter she puts their words to memory, filing each one in an as appropriate a place as she can manage to cram it in a head already far too full of memories for any one lifetime. She lets the gears in her mind turn, and grind, and spin, and somehow she managed to keep the system from breaking down by constantly working to keep it together and focused to such a degree that she often neglects the world outside her head. Tonight, however, was a special night... It was a night in which Treads-the-Ashen-Path would come before her kind, and she would speak.
She made her intent to speak known, and she waited... She formulated her words within her mind. There was laughter, there were tears, someone stole a pie... It was crazy, but somehow they all managed to pull it together, and by the time the bone got to her Sophia wasn't a gibbering, weeping mess trying to figure out what in the hell just happened! Go Sophia! You're off to a great start!
"Nothing is forgotten... Nothing is lost..." Her voice was loud enough that others would hear her, so long as they remained quiet. "Every beat of your heart, every dream, every childhood memory... It moves through this world, and the next, like a leaf caught in the current drifting past where it can touch the hopes and dreams of those who have yet to open their eyes and breathe in the warm gift of life that has been granted to them."
"Some are like faint whispers, in the back of your mind, something you know is there but you just can't seem to grasp! Others reach out and smack you right in the face!" She gives a labored laugh as she fought the urge to drift off into slumber land. "Memories aren't just stories... They are us, they are our gift to the world, and they are what carry us across history among the giants and monsters of old into the future we have yet to realize."
"Yet there are stones beneath your feet who have been sitting there since before our kind was even conceived. The well of memory is deep... Deeper than your dreams, deeper than your nightmares, deep enough that even the tiniest fraction could suck you away for ten thousand lifetimes and you wouldn't have even scraped the surface. The mountains have presided over this land since before there were humans, or wolves, or trees, or life... The earth remembers, even if it doesn't remember that it remembers, and that means it needs someone to remember for it. But the road of memory is dark, and long, and without guidance it would be easy to get lost in the ages as they unfold before your very eyes."
"I would like to try, with the permission of my elders, and I believe with the help of my pack... I might even manage to find my way back home again." She says this while curling into one of her pack sisters as she prepares herself to drift off into sleep.
She reaches out, presenting the bone to anyone who might want to take it. That was all she needed to say, so there was no point in clinging to it any more. The matter of finding out what they were dealing with would be solved, so they could focus on the more immediate threat of the protection of whatever that sleeping thing was.
[Redoing this because a number of things were brought to my attention that required I revise this!]
Like a court reporter she puts their words to memory, filing each one in an as appropriate a place as she can manage to cram it in a head already far too full of memories for any one lifetime. She lets the gears in her mind turn, and grind, and spin, and somehow she managed to keep the system from breaking down by constantly working to keep it together and focused to such a degree that she often neglects the world outside her head. Tonight, however, was a special night... It was a night in which Treads-the-Ashen-Path would come before her kind, and she would speak.
She made her intent to speak known, and she waited... She formulated her words within her mind. There was laughter, there were tears, someone stole a pie... It was crazy, but somehow they all managed to pull it together, and by the time the bone got to her Sophia wasn't a gibbering, weeping mess trying to figure out what in the hell just happened! Go Sophia! You're off to a great start!
"Nothing is forgotten... Nothing is lost..." Her voice was loud enough that others would hear her, so long as they remained quiet. "Every beat of your heart, every dream, every childhood memory... It moves through this world, and the next, like a leaf caught in the current drifting past where it can touch the hopes and dreams of those who have yet to open their eyes and breathe in the warm gift of life that has been granted to them."
"Some are like faint whispers, in the back of your mind, something you know is there but you just can't seem to grasp! Others reach out and smack you right in the face!" She gives a labored laugh as she fought the urge to drift off into slumber land. "Memories aren't just stories... They are us, they are our gift to the world, and they are what carry us across history among the giants and monsters of old into the future we have yet to realize."
"Yet there are stones beneath your feet who have been sitting there since before our kind was even conceived. The well of memory is deep... Deeper than your dreams, deeper than your nightmares, deep enough that even the tiniest fraction could suck you away for ten thousand lifetimes and you wouldn't have even scraped the surface. The mountains have presided over this land since before there were humans, or wolves, or trees, or life... The earth remembers, even if it doesn't remember that it remembers, and that means it needs someone to remember for it. But the road of memory is dark, and long, and without guidance it would be easy to get lost in the ages as they unfold before your very eyes."
"I would like to try, with the permission of my elders, and I believe with the help of my pack... I might even manage to find my way back home again." She says this while curling into one of her pack sisters as she prepares herself to drift off into sleep.
She reaches out, presenting the bone to anyone who might want to take it. That was all she needed to say, so there was no point in clinging to it any more. The matter of finding out what they were dealing with would be solved, so they could focus on the more immediate threat of the protection of whatever that sleeping thing was.
[Redoing this because a number of things were brought to my attention that required I revise this!]