white_flowers: (the dark is rising)
Blodwen Rowlands ([personal profile] white_flowers) wrote2006-06-11 07:03 pm
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IC: Midsummer Rising

Midsummer.

Longest day, brightest day, day of celebration for those of the Light and also of the Wild.

It will be a day of great power-- and had once marked the ending of the rising Dark in the world she had once called her own.

But here at the end of all the worlds, she intends to change things. The longest and brightest day it may be, but there is another side to it as well; for at the moment that the sun passes zenith, the time of Light also passes.

So begins the long slow fall into the Dark.

This time, the White Rider means to turn her carefully-gathered power to advantage at that precise moment, bringing the cycle to an entirely different ending -- for everyone.

She is smiling cruelly when she steps out of the forest and starts toward the bar, half-lost in her thoughts and her plans.
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (play to win)

[personal profile] gramarye1971 2006-06-20 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone seems to be heading back to the bar, and Merriman is quite glad of that. He looks down at his left wrist, estimating the damage done as a fracture -- and thankfully not much more than that. It will be painful for a time, but it will heal.

He had been prepared to pay a much higher price, after all.

He spares a brief glance for the woman in white, who is walking away from the bar with the half-blinded, uncertain step of the shell-shocked. The thought occurs to him that he ought to go after her, to find out where she will go...but truthfully, he has nothing to say to her.

As far as he is concerned, at the moment she is no longer the Light's business.

So he turns, and trudges after the others.