Preservation. So much had been lost, so much taken. One chop after another, felling the Forest People, a thousand insults, changes to the ways of the ancestors. Insidious things, whispers claiming betterment, superiority, even kindness. Lies all, Lies all! The stone builders, the Heavenly Jailors, the Hill Burners, the False Dreamers, the Slayer of Foundations! None had ever been worthy. Each seeking merely to crack the shell of the last and chosen people, the final stewards of the diviner's legacy. Conquerors and Kin of Beasts!
Thieves and despoilers all, that would taint even the kin, take from them the last vestiges of pride and identity. Still waters deep and cold would bear no more, would drown it all, before surrender. Ten thousand years of history sang in the foundations and the depths, and would not go quiet into the night
Chain Breaker.
Legends shall die. Heroes shall die. History shall die. Songs shall die. Languages shall die. Petty little nations shall end.
The Crucible would devour them all, and let there be only one people, one DAWN, and one future. Tradition wields no swords, raises no shields, marshals no armies, fills no bellies, fulfills no lives. False comfort, aiding none.
Scream then, rage then, if you would not go quiet. The result is the same.
It might be the Liminal affecting things, but not being so far into the metaphor zone as before is very cool. And as sneaky as LQ usually is, she also likes to fly. Now is the time to soar among the roaring fire of our Sovereign passenger, rather than get mixed up in the dangers Shu Yue and Still Waters Deeping must be throwing at each other.
[X] She would soar, one spark among the conflagration. Today she was a voice of fire and steel, better to embrace that.