Post by Legemeton on Apr 30, 2019 12:44:47 GMT
Early afternoon, an optimal time for one to spend time with nature as the sun was slowly rising to its zenith and the foliage and fauna were about their days without the sluggish attitude that morning lingered in them.
Silica did not often get times to leave the Orphanage on her own, and when she did there was always someone watching from a distance, quite especially after that meeting with the old man that referred to himself as Ayumu.
Legemeton was ever so intrigued by that mortal and had gone well beyond his necessary limits to ensure that their meeting was in a privacy beyond the cult.
Silica had decided to don a softer color this day, a bright yellow and soft baby blue due in her dress. The flowing silk on cotton base offered her a bit more freedom than her usual attire often did. Taking a basket in hand that she bought while at the market some weeks back, she was abound and aiming herself to the fields beyond Arkham's.
Beyond the shadow of the orphanage, Silica was making slow strides to gather and examine every wild flower she could come across. Tales abound that at one point this field was worked by the original owners of Arkham, growing plants both native to and far foreign to the planet.
Some of these flowers seemed to hold true to this tale, as deep in the fields was a large, twenty yard by twenty yard circle of flowers that even Legemeton had trouble properly describing without the help of the Elder Tongue.
Their stems faded into invisibility on some, others with buds lined with teeth and many more that would draw the undivided attention of those who had never seen them before.
This circle is where Silica wanted to visit on this day, the fountain that sat between all of these no longer ran water, but it still had a calmness, an air, and a chill to it that enticed those around to see it.
Beckoning them into its depths to view what was once flooded and now rests dry as stone and barren as bone.
Keeping a distance of well over thirty yards was the large cultist with the muscle shirt that read 'Socker Dad'. He had been asked to keep an eye on the girl as she went exploring, but to keep enough distance to hide himself should she decide to probe her surroundings.
The rolling hills of the plains gave him no trouble in finding a place to tuck himself aside and hide from the girl should she find it necessary to make sure no one followed her. Sure, she had yet to put herself in express danger, but the cult did worry, not only for their Lord, but for the child.
She carried a potential to her that could prove exponentially valuable when bot her and the Demon grew in strength, a sign that perhaps she could survive the coming days when Legemeton could fully unleash himself without restraint any longer.