11-29-2016, 10:39 PM
The verbal pat on the head was what it was-- or at least, that's all Margot could treat it as. She wasn't keen on being called 'Dear', for her demeanor prickled ever so slightly each time it fell from the rich old hermit's lips, but it rolled off her back and she turned to resume tearing things down from the wall. The litter of snipped-and-tugged vines trailing to the ground made for a nice backdrop to William's explanation of what Decay was and what motivated it as a being.
By the time he had concluded, Margot had found her way back down the ladder again, but not completely to the ground. She sat perched on the last couple of rungs from the ground, shears tossed lightly in the spongy grass and tugging gloves from her hands so she could wipe sweat from the palms of her hands onto the thighs of her pants. She rubbed proper sensation back into the pads and joints of her fingers while saying her piece, her tone thoughtful but shadowed some with the intent of continuing forward-- perhaps with the discussion, but more likely with the actual manual labor for which they were responsible.
"I can imagine that Creation began simple and joyful. It's an exciting thing to do, to Create, and there's a pride that swells from a job well done. I can see getting carried away by that pride, wanting more of it. Wanting to make more, make bigger and more impactful things. Maybe that's how we even got the Universe in the first place? Creation got carried away and just kept on going."
With a brief glance toward Will, current representative of Decay, she continued.
"I don't know the exact relationship that Creation had with Decay to begin, but I'm sure it was a partnership of sorts. An agreement, maybe, for one couldn't exist without another. As time has ground on and we've reached a point here, at least, where nothing more can be Made without something else first giving up its place, Decay and Creation are hand over hand, crowded in to one another. Creation just wants to be, to breathe, to make." She paused, hearing herself go slightly off track and lose the point, but this gave way to another thought that she opted to run with instead.
"And now Creation has to compete with Humanity. I'm sure She was delighted at first, to see us little pink things that She made once upon a time ago, taking up her mantle and running with it. But now there's so many of us, and we're eating up her resources and ruining some of her greatest works for the sake of our own Pride."
With a final wringing of her hands, Margot pulled the gloves back on and hopped down the last few rungs of the ladder with a darker, introspective cast to her expression. "Maybe we'll live to see Creation and Decay partner up to wipe the slate clean. Then Decay can run a better checks and balances system from the beginning, and Creation will have a new canvas to work Her gleeful magick on."
By the time he had concluded, Margot had found her way back down the ladder again, but not completely to the ground. She sat perched on the last couple of rungs from the ground, shears tossed lightly in the spongy grass and tugging gloves from her hands so she could wipe sweat from the palms of her hands onto the thighs of her pants. She rubbed proper sensation back into the pads and joints of her fingers while saying her piece, her tone thoughtful but shadowed some with the intent of continuing forward-- perhaps with the discussion, but more likely with the actual manual labor for which they were responsible.
"I can imagine that Creation began simple and joyful. It's an exciting thing to do, to Create, and there's a pride that swells from a job well done. I can see getting carried away by that pride, wanting more of it. Wanting to make more, make bigger and more impactful things. Maybe that's how we even got the Universe in the first place? Creation got carried away and just kept on going."
With a brief glance toward Will, current representative of Decay, she continued.
"I don't know the exact relationship that Creation had with Decay to begin, but I'm sure it was a partnership of sorts. An agreement, maybe, for one couldn't exist without another. As time has ground on and we've reached a point here, at least, where nothing more can be Made without something else first giving up its place, Decay and Creation are hand over hand, crowded in to one another. Creation just wants to be, to breathe, to make." She paused, hearing herself go slightly off track and lose the point, but this gave way to another thought that she opted to run with instead.
"And now Creation has to compete with Humanity. I'm sure She was delighted at first, to see us little pink things that She made once upon a time ago, taking up her mantle and running with it. But now there's so many of us, and we're eating up her resources and ruining some of her greatest works for the sake of our own Pride."
With a final wringing of her hands, Margot pulled the gloves back on and hopped down the last few rungs of the ladder with a darker, introspective cast to her expression. "Maybe we'll live to see Creation and Decay partner up to wipe the slate clean. Then Decay can run a better checks and balances system from the beginning, and Creation will have a new canvas to work Her gleeful magick on."