Nyx, Protogenos & Personification of Night (walx_in_beauty) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2013-04-18 16:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~nyx, ~re |
Pen Pals [ancient times] (tag: Re)
Sometimes, she liked to make him chase her, staying just within his sight so he'd keep up the pursuit. Sometimes, she liked to dance across the sky with his hand in hers. And sometimes, she liked to keep him on his toes and tried to hide somewhere within the darkness that would take him a while to find her. Though he always would because he was the darkness. But it was fun to try, and it made the catching that much more fun.
Which should be any minute now. Nyx looked at the horizon and saw the warming glow that signaled that dawn was coming. It was not, however, Eos that was chasing her tonight, as she'd wandered a bit far afield in her attempts to stump her husband. She did that now and again; without ever neglecting her duties, she'd meander north, south, diagonally until she found a bit of blackness that he might not be intimately familiar with. She wasn't certain exactly where she was, but it was dreadfully dry here, and she thought perhaps the Sun god could take a break for a day or two and let the land recover.
It was places like this that needed the night to cool and recover. It was like the highest days of summer, only all the time. Which was why the evening hours were so full of life. Nyx had noted the presence of many little scurrying creatures, moving about while it was comfortable enough to do so, before the day made it too hot to even want to breathe. By following the animals, she also noticed the flora that were necessary to life as well. So there were things here, pretty things, lively things, that hadn't been scorched to bits just yet. Still, she couldn't help but think that the solar deity was a tad overzealous.
With a little chuckle, Nyx decided to let them know her opinion, and she knew just how she was going to do it. As someone that spent a good deal of time flying through the sky herself, she had a fairly good idea of what someone steering the sun would see from up above. What better way to get the god's attention than by leaving a message in the sand? Using her wings to hover over the ground, she dragged her feet, and occasionally dipped a wing tip, to create gouges in the shifting particles. It took a bit, but she finally produced a rather amusing series of drawings depicting a cow happily grazing until the sun came along and set it on fire, providing an impromptu feast for a host of little stick people, and she ended with the sun obviously sleeping. And snoring.
Grinning at her own creativity, Nyx cast a quick glance at the horizon, seeing that the mild glow was becoming a true line of light that curved around the surface of the earth. It was later than she liked, and since her husband hadn't interrupted her, she just might have beaten him at the game this time. She just needed to get home before he actually caught her. With that in mind, she took flight, pulling her dark cloak tightly behind her, instead of letting it stream, lest it get singed in the coming morning light. This time, she was going to win.