An icy voice whispers in your ear, "And what is the real reason for your
attempted departure?"

Quietly, you say, "I spoke the truth in prayer, my Lord."

Glancing askance, you say, "I know it must anger You terribly... or perhaps it doesn't. It may be a relief. To guess Your thoughts are improper."

A hollow voice whispers in your ear, "It seems rather random, child. Unless it is another god you wish to serve..."

You shake your head.

You say, "It isn't random... it's something that has been brooding within my heart and troubling me."

A hollow voice whispers in your ear, "Though that does not really matter. You've given yourself to Me, and it's no longer your choice."

Slowly, you say, "... that... is true.."

Looking to the night sky, you say, "... but I don't make You happy, my Lord... why would You want to keep me?"

An icy breath brushes against your cheek as a soft voice whispers, "What ever made you think that I look to mortals for My happiness?"

Her eyes a little glassy, you say, "I suppose that's true. But I still feel worthless if I do not have even the slightest feeling of making You happy.."

An icy voice whispers in your thoughts, "And no attempts to do so? You would simply give up? And I had thought you were growing, not wilting, little one."

Stuttering, you say, "I-I have tried! I tried to make you laugh long ago, and it failed. I tried offering essence to you. I tried to advance within the Order. I have been trying!"

A hollow voice lingers in the air, "Laughter has long since left Me, child. And what prevents you from progressing through the order?"

You say, "My own mental ineptness. I'm not wise nor poetic enough to continue progressing within the Order. I've read many more books since I realized this, but it still isn't enough to do well. I sit down with a scroll and a quill and it's like everything I wanted to write for You or about You has left me..."

A hollow voice murmurs in your ear, "Then perhaps the Silence is not where you belong, child."

The air grows cold as a voice whispers from the shadows, "And My inner circle had plans for redoing the progression altogether. Either way, I have not given you permission to depart. Sink into your despair or overcome it, it is your choice, but you will make it as one of Mine."

You say, "... as You wish it, my Lord..."



Wisps of shadow flicker in and out of reality as a voice whispers nearby, "Still floundering in your despair, My little one?"

You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.

Quietly, you say, "My Lord.."

Honestly, you say, "I'm still not sure if I am good for You... I still don't feel as if I fit in correctly.."

In a hushed voice, you say, "I don't believe You gain anything by keeping me, either... at least if I was useful somehow, I'd understand Your wish to hold onto me.."

The air trembles as a hollow voice murmurs, "So desperate to free yourself from Me?"

Shaking her head, you say, "Nay, I'm not desperate to part from You. I just... I am not like the others. It surely must trouble you to have such an odd child under Your proverbial wing. It would be far easier on You if I were more like Astraea or Rancoura or Synl, or even Izekeal, because they are more like the Lord, and I am more like.."

Looking down, you say, "... a little Myrkr."

A numbness nips at your limbs as the voice whispers, "And what do you believe you lack that they do not?"

You say, "I'm not sure... finesse... etiquette?... I am not a quiet person... I am not a reserved person. I have tried to be both, but the person I was simply was not me."

Gazing skywards, you say, "And I love You, Lord. I truly do. Which is why I would only wish to be the best for You, and be one You wish me to be... but try as I might to be just right.... I just.."

You say, "... I can't."

An icy voice echoes through the trees, "Do you think any mortal ever achieves a form of perfection?"

You say, "Yes... there is only one form of perfection I have known mortals to achieve..."

You say, "And that is the perfection which is having the one they love most being content with them. There are few things more perfect than that."

The air grows stale as a voice whispers, "Love is far from perfect. More so than many things."

An icy voice cuts through the air, "And the bonds it forms are easily broken."

In a quiet voice, you ask, "Even my love for the Lord?"

A hollow voice echoes in your thoughts, "So it would seem, if your own self-pity would drown it out, and keep you from growing."

You say, "It isn't self-pity. It is worry! I wish to be the best for You, but I've come to realize that the Myrkr I am is not a Myrkr You could cherish, but there is no other Myrkr I have ever been successfully."

The air twists in a chilly breeze as a voice whispers, "Worry. Self-pity. All the same in the fact that they cripple."

You say, "But they are different, for one is greedy and only for myself, and the other is because I love You so much!"

Myrkr's eyes well up with tears.

Shadows blur your vision as a voice echoes, "And yet you've offered no real reason as to why you find yourself unfit. Other than your obviously still-soft heart, little one."

You say, "I'm not as eloquent as Astraea, or as graceful as Rancoura, or as mysterious and silent as Synl. I want to be those things. I want to one day be able to hear You say that You are proud of me, and that You are glad I am Yours, but I feel like because I am no eloquent, or graceful, or mysterious, or silent, that such a thing will never come my way."

A hollow voice echoes in your ear, "That is something not even they have heard, little one. I will not coddle."

Quietly, you say, "Then... maybe... I should ask a question to the Lord.."

Her eyes downcast, as if a scolded child, you ask, "How does... the Lord show He cares for those whom are His?"

A hollow voice murmurs in your ear, "Why is it you must know?"

You say, "It would bring me ease... I may understand the Lord better... I may realize that You have been showing all along that You care for me, and that I'm just a blind idiot who couldn't recognize it, and it may jolt me to try again and not give up..."

You say, "... little things... little things bring me hope, inspiration, and ambition, my Lord."

An icy breath brushes across your cheek as a voice whispers, "Then the fact that a divinity has spoken to you for nearly a day is too little a thing it would seem."

You blink.

Myrkr's face flushes a bright red colour.

You say, "H-has it been a day already!?!"

A faint pain blossoms in the back of your head as a voice whispers, "Harden your heart, My little one. Or I will force it, Myself."

You say, "Thank You for talking with me! I didn't realize how much of Your time I had spent. Thank you, my Lord. Thank you."

You say, "The Dark Marshall needs me to Empath for her to keep the Glomdoring safe... thank You again for talking with me my Lord."

The shadows twists back and forth slowly, the only response.




Nocht

Almost makes me wish I hadn't left. Nocht is awesome. In the end, didn't suit little T though.

That said, your daughter will also beat you up if you leave the order Though I suppose her beating will pale in comparison.

Now the question is, who's scarier: Nocht or Tacita?!

Tacita, by default.

I am not scary Just...misunderstood.

Nocht is the best for divine interaction, I think. :>

I agree

Disagree.

You have apparently never chatted with Fain. Fain > everyone else, divine wise.

I chatted with Fain momentarily. He said "Greetings," I said "Greetings, and goodbye."

And he warn-zapped me.

See, He only zaps people he likes.

Fain is pretty interesting.

Eventru ties in close with Morgfyre for my fav interactions.

Everyone else... I don't even really remember.

Morgfyre was always great to interact with, and Fain continues to please. Nocht once bumped me because I was in his fulcrux and I guess he assumed I wanted to chat. I totally should've run with it

I wanna interact with Lady Viravain.
She makes Miryh's heart race.

I have to join the Elostian camp, those conversations are always awesome and sudden and weird.

Elostian's are sudden. I'll be sitting in my room and all of a sudden, "Hey, what are you doing?"

I don't know...Elostian reminds me of a child that asks questions about everything. I've had *counts* two visits and they've always been enjoyable.

I had one for me, and three for other people and I just happened to be there.

I don't know..maybe a knock on the door would be helpful, hint hint to my most talkative buddy! Note to self, invest in a privacy manse artifact