Fui Nienna (fuinienna) wrote in opus_two, @ 2010-12-07 18:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | &nienna&thuringwethil, @mandos, nienna, thuringwethil |
*is touring her Halls at a sedate pace, clothed in shadowy grey and black, gobs of terrified souls scattering before her* *looks forward to a great many judgements today, but has discovered that the occasional break helps keep her focus sharp*
*having loosened her hold to a near-negligible wisp of contact, has little idea of what her messenger is up to (though she has every confidence that fear, if nothing else, will keep little Sanyë in line)*
*plucks a quivering soul from its perch before it can slink away, crooning softly to it* Oh, yes, fear. Do you know enough to fear me, little one? *smiles to herself* But you know nothing of love. She is mine for love. (She fears to lose my love and so she must obey.)