09-06-2013, 01:52 PM
Nyx was amongst those who remained at the fountain.
She was unsure of exactly how long she had spent thinking, exactly. It was quite difficult to measure the passage of time when there weren't an awful lot of visual clues to go by. For one thing, the Nexus didn't seem to have a sun or moon – about the only visual indicator of passing time was the ever-changing fountain, though it evolved so slowly that she wasn't sure it was viable at all.
Slowly, the crowds dissipated as the Primes and the members of the opposing factions ventured through their respective portals. Nyx watched them leave, envying them in their ability to make such a snap decision. She used to be the type to make snap decisions, but that was when she was able to predict the consequences. Anything could happen here, and it was a fact she was all too aware of with each passing moment.
With a long, drawn out sigh, the blood mage turned away from the fountain, her gaze cast in the direction of the viny gate Whirda had chosen. The words Whirda had written echoed in her mind - “There are those who will always seek to control you. Be cautious with your trust.” Was Nyx right to choose to trust an individual over the might of a group? She guessed there was only one way to find out.
Reaching for the hilt of her dagger, Nyx toyed with it in her palm. Even just holding the weapon made her feel more confident. Taking a deep breath, the mage tried to convince herself she had faced worse. She had stood toe-to-toe with a demon and emerged the victor. This was just another portal. Right?
As she drew nearer, she extended a hand to gently touch the vines. They seemed to wilt away from her. Nyx couldn't say she was surprised... Natural magic seemed to sense the smell of death on her, and try to hide. She sometimes found that fact saddened her – she really wasn't as bad as the Templars wanted everyone else to believe. She just... wasn't good with people.
Letting her hand drop to her side, she stepped through the portal.
She was unsure of exactly how long she had spent thinking, exactly. It was quite difficult to measure the passage of time when there weren't an awful lot of visual clues to go by. For one thing, the Nexus didn't seem to have a sun or moon – about the only visual indicator of passing time was the ever-changing fountain, though it evolved so slowly that she wasn't sure it was viable at all.
Slowly, the crowds dissipated as the Primes and the members of the opposing factions ventured through their respective portals. Nyx watched them leave, envying them in their ability to make such a snap decision. She used to be the type to make snap decisions, but that was when she was able to predict the consequences. Anything could happen here, and it was a fact she was all too aware of with each passing moment.
With a long, drawn out sigh, the blood mage turned away from the fountain, her gaze cast in the direction of the viny gate Whirda had chosen. The words Whirda had written echoed in her mind - “There are those who will always seek to control you. Be cautious with your trust.” Was Nyx right to choose to trust an individual over the might of a group? She guessed there was only one way to find out.
Reaching for the hilt of her dagger, Nyx toyed with it in her palm. Even just holding the weapon made her feel more confident. Taking a deep breath, the mage tried to convince herself she had faced worse. She had stood toe-to-toe with a demon and emerged the victor. This was just another portal. Right?
As she drew nearer, she extended a hand to gently touch the vines. They seemed to wilt away from her. Nyx couldn't say she was surprised... Natural magic seemed to sense the smell of death on her, and try to hide. She sometimes found that fact saddened her – she really wasn't as bad as the Templars wanted everyone else to believe. She just... wasn't good with people.
Letting her hand drop to her side, she stepped through the portal.