The Lord of Rebirth, Spring Eternal (![]() ![]() @ 2017-12-07 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, raana, zelen |
Who: Ranaa and Zelen
What: A meeting
Where: A gallery
When: A time
Warnings: Watch this space, it is Raana after all (and Zelen too lbr)
Zelen spent little of his time in the fae realm, and less still in the unseelie palace. The dramas and squabbles of his brethren did not interest him, seeming petty when compared to the full glories of life that unfolded outside of their borders. The obsession with mortals -abducting them and playing with them and eventually forgetting them- was one he had never shared. In the end they were no different than any of the other creatures he had seen come and go over the eons. He had other, larger things on his mind.
As he walked through the gallery, his eyes had a far away, tired look to them, as if he was not truly looking at any of the images caught there. Eventually he paused before one of them, at first glance an apparently simple tableau. There was a mountain caught on the edges of winter -it was difficult to tell if it was between autumn or spring- with pine covered slopes giving way to stone and snow at the summit. There at the treeline, small figures made their way to the peak in a slow, winding procession, carrying something on their shoulders. But, for all the simplicity of the scene, Zelen seemed almost entranced by it, standing stock still as a slight, icy breeze set the dried leaves hanging about him to rustling.