[Her hands are curling on empty air instead of ragged nails digging into her own palms (they're surveying healing, she has no desire to perhaps volunteer herself to be put to the front of a line to test the new system even in the earliest moments). One breath. Another. And another.]
I don't mean it that way. This is a pact made by the Bosmer to Y'ffre, the forest deity, in exchange for his patronage. Y'ffre the spirit of the now, first of the Earth Bones. [A shaking voice; this is faith speaking, halting, reverent, someone who doesn't know how fit she is to speak the words but she tries for the sake of trying now when Alexandra has tried, has already listened.] Y'ffre taught us lessons and he's the Storyteller; after creation of the mortal plane all was chaos. Shapes were not fixed, the world was formlessness so Y'ffree turned himself into the first of the Earth Bones and the laws of nature were set down to give us safety. We could understand the world now. But Y'ffre commanded us that the Green would be our shelter and so long as we respected it, it would obey. No wood or plants can be used to build, no trees or plants harmed for our own betterment, nothing plant-based can be smoked, only things that come from meat can be consumed, and we cannot alter our physical forms.
[As someone as bright as Alexandra can imagine, there are loopholes, exceptions. Is that, perhaps, the reason for the guilt in her gaze, the turn in her mouth?]
The people who write laws came to my home and carry out purges you hear nothing of. They manipulate, deceive, swarm as ants in black and gold to turn back time to force us all to be what they were without asking the rest of us. Because they know best. Because that's what they want.
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[Her hands are curling on empty air instead of ragged nails digging into her own palms (they're surveying healing, she has no desire to perhaps volunteer herself to be put to the front of a line to test the new system even in the earliest moments). One breath. Another. And another.]
I don't mean it that way. This is a pact made by the Bosmer to Y'ffre, the forest deity, in exchange for his patronage. Y'ffre the spirit of the now, first of the Earth Bones. [A shaking voice; this is faith speaking, halting, reverent, someone who doesn't know how fit she is to speak the words but she tries for the sake of trying now when Alexandra has tried, has already listened.] Y'ffre taught us lessons and he's the Storyteller; after creation of the mortal plane all was chaos. Shapes were not fixed, the world was formlessness so Y'ffree turned himself into the first of the Earth Bones and the laws of nature were set down to give us safety. We could understand the world now. But Y'ffre commanded us that the Green would be our shelter and so long as we respected it, it would obey. No wood or plants can be used to build, no trees or plants harmed for our own betterment, nothing plant-based can be smoked, only things that come from meat can be consumed, and we cannot alter our physical forms.
[As someone as bright as Alexandra can imagine, there are loopholes, exceptions. Is that, perhaps, the reason for the guilt in her gaze, the turn in her mouth?]
The people who write laws came to my home and carry out purges you hear nothing of. They manipulate, deceive, swarm as ants in black and gold to turn back time to force us all to be what they were without asking the rest of us. Because they know best. Because that's what they want.