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ph_logs2024-08-03 07:45 pm
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[Open] And I Pray My Worries Might Melt Away
Who: Drelasa and co.
What: Taking a dip at the hot springs at odd hours, in hopes of being able to do so without being seen by others
When: Start of August
Where: The hot springs
Warnings: Discussion of scars, body negativity, also there will be nudity
In the very early hours of the day, Drelasa Veloth makes her way to the hot springs. It's a cooler morning, a hint that the summer may be past its height, though it's hard to say what the day will bring, once the sun is up.
As she reaches the spring, she listens carefully for the sound of others, before being satisfied that she's alone. She takes off her mask, setting it on a nearby stone. Then, she carefully removes her dress, folds it, and sets it gently next to her mask. She takes off her smallclothes, and then, before stepping into the water, she takes a minute to run one hand along the length of the opposite arm. The results of Dr. Watson's surgical work are still holding up, for the most part, but she can already feel a little bit of swelling returning to her elbows- the 'sacraments' beginning to fill her body once again. She'll have to schedule another appointment.
As she slips into the water, she mutters a prayer of thanks to the Three and the Ehlnofey for the heat of the earth. Not that Azura, Boethia, or Mephala really have anything to do with geothermal phenomena, of course, but it's best not to leave them out. She reflects on what some of the older Ascended used to say back home: their kind and kin are blood of the Mountain, foyadas and lava ponds given flesh. Perhaps that's why she feels so at home in a hot spring; it's familiar to the point of feeling like it could be an extension of herself.
Drelasa starts to genuinely relax as she soaks, the nodules throughout her body softening and releasing their rock-hard tension. She's so relaxed, in fact, that she doesn't listen for newcomers.
What: Taking a dip at the hot springs at odd hours, in hopes of being able to do so without being seen by others
When: Start of August
Where: The hot springs
Warnings: Discussion of scars, body negativity, also there will be nudity
In the very early hours of the day, Drelasa Veloth makes her way to the hot springs. It's a cooler morning, a hint that the summer may be past its height, though it's hard to say what the day will bring, once the sun is up.
As she reaches the spring, she listens carefully for the sound of others, before being satisfied that she's alone. She takes off her mask, setting it on a nearby stone. Then, she carefully removes her dress, folds it, and sets it gently next to her mask. She takes off her smallclothes, and then, before stepping into the water, she takes a minute to run one hand along the length of the opposite arm. The results of Dr. Watson's surgical work are still holding up, for the most part, but she can already feel a little bit of swelling returning to her elbows- the 'sacraments' beginning to fill her body once again. She'll have to schedule another appointment.
As she slips into the water, she mutters a prayer of thanks to the Three and the Ehlnofey for the heat of the earth. Not that Azura, Boethia, or Mephala really have anything to do with geothermal phenomena, of course, but it's best not to leave them out. She reflects on what some of the older Ascended used to say back home: their kind and kin are blood of the Mountain, foyadas and lava ponds given flesh. Perhaps that's why she feels so at home in a hot spring; it's familiar to the point of feeling like it could be an extension of herself.
Drelasa starts to genuinely relax as she soaks, the nodules throughout her body softening and releasing their rock-hard tension. She's so relaxed, in fact, that she doesn't listen for newcomers.
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"I worked to have these ancestors! The Tribunal scattered them and suppressed their heritage, and I grew up knowing nothing of the truth of my family line. Those who are left unmourned wander the seas of Oblivion, and the warp of the cosmos might eventually transform them into vengeful, hungry things. The House of the Dead is not a prison, it is a safe harbor and a place of identity within the turbulence of existence. All of us who were thralls of Dagoth Ur were so because he himself was lost and unmourned, risen to a hungry god through the power of the power the Tribunal greedily harnessed for themselves. And if I have no family waiting for me on the other side, I question whether or not I myself will be able to find rest."
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"I confess that I do not understand. My society does not have ancestors, and even before I was this - we did not revere them. The dead were simply dead. And seeing as I will live forever I never had cause to wonder what happens after death to those who will not." But he does understand that for her it's not a theoretical wondering, she has knowledge. Facts. And that's an entirely different thing. "So you both want to secure your ancestors for your identity and their own, but also to perhaps prevent another from becoming what enthralled you. I can see how that would be a driving motivation to ensure you can get back to them. Or to bring them here."
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“The first time I successfully called upon one of my ancestors, their relief over having that connection was, well… it’s hard to put into words, but I’ve never felt anything else like it.”