[ She asked, curiously. ] I'm afraid that it is not quite taking, and more like saving. Whether we like it or not, our worlds are dead, I'm afraid.
[ There is a certainty in her tone. It is not the conviction of religious fervor or blind belief, but simply a statement of fact. That Calernia was gone is something she had... perhaps hoped to not be the case when she had been in Horos, but now that she had been pulled here -- now that Horos itself was destroyed by oblivion to, ah, she did believe it. ]
But to answer your question, no. It was suggested that they would begin to emerge, and that our... hm. [ A tap of her fingers on her lips, to consider. ] Mere presence is the harbinger of these oracles. It could be tomorrow, a week from now, or months.
Although in my experience, we have been idle long, over a month. [ She gestured outward, now, and her golden eyes looked out over the crowd -- that same gaze, piercing, estimating. She could not see the strands of the stories, or pinpricks of starry light here. There was no indicator, but there were patterns to these things, and before she would become Calamity, she was one of the finest in following the story. ]
A story such as this will not leave us with idle hands for long, I think.
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[ She asked, curiously. ] I'm afraid that it is not quite taking, and more like saving. Whether we like it or not, our worlds are dead, I'm afraid.
[ There is a certainty in her tone. It is not the conviction of religious fervor or blind belief, but simply a statement of fact. That Calernia was gone is something she had... perhaps hoped to not be the case when she had been in Horos, but now that she had been pulled here -- now that Horos itself was destroyed by oblivion to, ah, she did believe it. ]
But to answer your question, no. It was suggested that they would begin to emerge, and that our... hm. [ A tap of her fingers on her lips, to consider. ] Mere presence is the harbinger of these oracles. It could be tomorrow, a week from now, or months.
Although in my experience, we have been idle long, over a month. [ She gestured outward, now, and her golden eyes looked out over the crowd -- that same gaze, piercing, estimating. She could not see the strands of the stories, or pinpricks of starry light here. There was no indicator, but there were patterns to these things, and before she would become Calamity, she was one of the finest in following the story. ]
A story such as this will not leave us with idle hands for long, I think.