"Gui does not like this place very much," her little brother muttered, stretching his neck from his shell to look back up at the statue of the older woman's snarling face.
"Gui should not whine," Zhen hissed, he faced backward, eyeing the crone statue suspiciously.
Embodiment of Life and renewal takes a glimpse at Final Ending and is extremely uncomfortable.
His voice shook her from her thoughts, and Ling Qi looked up at the statue looming overhead. The statue of the young woman loomed overhead, cold and metallic, yet nearly alive in its shape and silhouette. The folds of her iron gown seemed ready to rustle and move with the wind, and her chest seemed ready to begin rising and falling. The young woman's expression was resolute, and the line of her back and the set of her shoulders screamed of confidence and poise, the orb held to her chest gleamed with contained power. Blue light sparked in eyes of cold iron, and Ling Qi's breath hitched.
Pride.
Pride and rule. Guidance and responsibility.
She felt as if she knelt once more before the throne of Xiangmen, pierced by the sight of something wholly beyond her.
She felt small. What pride did she have? What right to guide anyone. She was just a foolish girl who struggled to balance her own time and family. Even now, she wasn't strong, she was always trailing behind others.
She was still so often afraid.
Imperious blue eyes stared back at her. They judged her.
Ling Qi caught her breath then, staring once more at a visage of iron. She found herself subtly straightening her own shoulders as she looked on, feeling a stirring of pride in her chest. It was a spark of heat at first, and then a growing warmth. Though the final leg had been dangerous and painful, had they not made it hear? Had they not crossed through most of the Wall in a matter of weeks?
Had she not grown as far as she had in less than two years, shooting up to tread just behind the prodigies of great houses. Had she not done so without abandoning her family and responsibilities and becoming a hermit cultivator?
Things were far from over, and their actions, her actions might still change the path of nations, if only in a small way. She couldn't claim full credit for that, but there was no point in shrinking from the accomplishment.
Yet she was still just a child. Lacking in clarity and decisiveness, but that would come in time.
The moment passed, and worry and self recriminations for mistakes returned to nibble at her thoughts. The injection of pride still burned in her spine, but she had to wonder what it had meant. Why had she thought of herself as a child? Was it Black Skys words haunting her? Was it simply her weakness? Ling Qi took a shuddering breath and lowered her eyes from the statue's face. Clapping her hands twice, she bowed her head.
A minor trial huh. A test, one without this much pride could not be a proper Emissary
"I think I like her," Hanyi said. Beside her the young spirit looked up, her expression one of admiration. There was no sign that she had felt any of what Ling Qi had. "I wanna be a Lady like that."
"You'll get there," Ling Qi said absently, touseling her hair. She couldn't even disagree. It would be nice, to be so self assured and powerful, would it not?
"It's not all about power you know,"
Oh hey, this is the first thing Hanyi decided she want to be like thats not her mother
"It's not all about power you know," Sixiang murmured. "And oh boy does this feel weird. Is this what being disapproved of feels like? I'm not actually totally feckless you know?"
Expression without purpose, only for the sake of expression probably irks this being something fierce
Examining the lower portion of the statue, the dais it stood upon, Ling Qi wondered what appropriate offerings for these foreign gods was. She saw no place for incense, but… ah there was a well hidden grate, libations then?
Blood, wine, lots of liquid options.
"This is a small and peaceful outpost, the warriors do not need to offer blood to Fryja, nor silver to the Crone often outside of their holy days, and Lady Jaromila and the Voice have their own worship place for Sudica."
What does Sudica take anyway? Funny I don't think we actually found out for the one we look into.
"The moon is only part of the night sky and the cold it brings," the girl seemed bemused. "The bright moons are the lantern of Sudica illuminating the night and it's terrors. The crescents are the axes of Fryja, raised against the stars. The Black Moon is the cloak of the Crone, thrown over the world, that good folk know to close their homes and pray, so that her curses touch only the demons of the night."
So in their interpretation:
-Sudica - Guiding. The one who leads, who shows the way, and teaches. Also elements of the Reflecting, Mother and Dreaming Moons, but not complete because those are Manly concepts here.
-Fryja - Bloody and Grinning. This is living in the moment, both in terms of violence and in terms of resourcefulness. A Grinning Moon that is a frontier girl rather than a city girl would be more of a scout, one good at obtaining the tools and resouces needed from her environment, where a city girl would take it from someone else who has it.
-Crone(not named presumably to avoid drawing her attention) - Hidden Moon. Mystery and the final unknown. More deathly than the Imperial take I think?
"Oh, that makes more sense," the girl said, to herself. "The tales always said the northern gates were a world away. Your spirit feels like the spirits of the earthflames that ring the Polar gates is all."
Gui perked up a little, looking interested. "Gui is new, but very good at making fire come out of earth."
The polar gate sounds a lot like an inflamed wound in the Earth.
Curious, to have such an intense source of heat where winter reigns.
"I, Zhen am better," his other half muttered. "But why does Nameless girl have no heart if she is not dead?"
Ling Qi winced, he wasn't going to let that go. "Zhengui, I'm sure it's just an effect-"
"Oh," the girl said, wringing out her rag. "I offered my heart and eyes to my godmother as my ascension price," she said proudly. "It was a dangerous choice, but I'm certain it was the right one, I will complete my first quest and craft a new heart before my mortal one decays."
The prosthetic is neat, but I think this is a parallel to our domain vision quest? She's halfway there, but its not yet complete. Partial Green equivalent, though if crafting your own replacements is common, just about everyone has to be a pretty good crafter...or she might be ambitious and went with a fatal if failed option while others pick something they don't need much finesse to replace, like fingernails?
"If I may ask, I am unfamiliar with the names that your people give to the Great- the gods. Could you tell me more of Sudica. She seems like the patron of Emissaries."
"She was the first," the girl replied humbly. "When the Daniar and the other New tribes arrived through the gates, Sudica and her sisters were those who wisely saw that allowing old and new tribes to war would only bring victory to the Outer night. She gathered the first great althing, and laid down the first laws of the confederation. In her apotheosis, she became the face of early winter, who prepares us for the Night."
Early Winter being Sudica, where the first frosts have come, but you still have a little time to prepare.
Mid Winter being Fryja then? Where the snow have come and the wolves and raiders come to seize what they don't have.
And the Crone being the Winter's Heart, the coldest and darkest times where theres nothing for it but hide and endure.
Still as they left, Ling Qi's gaze turned back to her little brother. He had been quiet during it all. "What were you seeing Zhengui?" she asked gently as they left the shrine and Sveta behind.
"Destruction," hissed the serpent, bereft of his usual aplomb. "Zhen sees Winter, it is as hungry as fire."
I think we're hearing an Insight coming.
"Well duh, I could have told you that," Hanyi said. She walked with her hands behind her head, wholly relaxed. She had liked the shrine.
"Hanyi eats alot, but not that much," Gui said.
She shot him a dark look, which seemed not to affect the shrunken tortoise.
Also hah, I think Gui noticed Hanyi is basically eating ALL the time when she's parked on his back. He just never actually mentioned it XD
Perceptive guy.
"Ah, Miss Ling, there you are!" he said, waving to her from down the hall.
"Gan Guangli?" Ling Qi asked, nonplussed. "Is there something wrong?"
"No, no," he dismissed with a nervous chuckle as they met in the hall. "Sir Osrik was just insistent that I find you if I was leaving."
Ling Qi raised an eyebrow.
Gan Guangli's shoulders sagged, and when he spoke it was at a much lower volume than his usual boom. "Is this what it is like to be an unmarried young lady? Treated as if you cannot possibly fend for yourself?"
"I wouldn't know," Ling Qi said wryly. "I've hardly been a lady long."
Gan Guangli sighed, running a hand distractedly through his hair. "I suppose. Still as kind and knowledgeable as Sir Osrik was, I found the need to go somewhere less stifling. Where did you plan to go next?"
So he's facing social expectations here and thats very stressful.
[] To the dining hall, to find Meng Dan
Collate information. Acquire unchaperoned single man to chaperone before some incident arises.
[] Toward the barracks to find Xia Lin
Brings unmarried man to a barracks full of soldiers. Feed him to the sharks.
[] Toward the stairs, where she could feel Cai Renxiang
Renxiang and her two retainers, a moment to themselves to discuss. Not much new information without Meng's input, but good chance for interpersonals.
Also huh, did her conversation partner ghost her?
[X] To the dining hall, to find Meng Dan