Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180315011804

"Then they are blessed, and doubly so. For even if they had seen my like before, now they bear witness to the greatest of them.  They would be wise to remember my Fire."

She speaks as she walks straight ahead, not looking to either side. Her ears swivel around her, telling her as much as her eyes would. She hears the marveling whispers, the high pitched chatter of children. She turns her head towards them and locks eyes with them for a mere second, and they hide behind doorways and tall legs. She can't help but crack a smile before looking ahead again.

Scents still lead her in a hundred directions. Strange spices, smoke from fireplace logs, cut from trees whose names she doesn't know. The sweat of the toiling masses, sweet with the effort of the lively. And food, the sharp cut of blood from meat broiled behind closed doors, where folk gather under awnings of straw, eating together for the joy of it. Her mouth waters, but she swallows, hiding it.

Then, the strange word. At first, she is silent.

"...This...sound. An ah theem." Her hard consonants have a difficult time, streching the vowels needlessly. "What is this marked sound? This...word?  They speak it, and their blood quickens, as if it were the bones of a spell." She pauses after the question.