Post by Luna on Oct 23, 2016 22:33:27 GMT
Kom woda ‘so gyon op, gon woda ‘so kom daun
from water we are born, to water we return
D
espite the isolation of Floukru, the rumors had touched their home. Speaking of a dire situation that was bringing together different clans . . . and Skaikru. This both intrigued Luna and concerned her. She did not know the details of what was happening, only that it was incredibly serious. And would affect everyone. She had most certainly heard that before from the group of Skaikru that had come aboard the rig. Telling her that the threat would affect her, that they needed to fight. Luna had not wished to take part in it. But this time . . . others were uniting against a common foe. That was not apparently an individual or group of people. That was precisely why she had decided to shed some light on these rumors, and further her knowledge of it. The only way to do that . . . was by speaking directly with Skaikru. So she made one of her rare journeys to land, swiftly heading toward the known home of Skaikru. It was all, unfamiliar. But Lune had no time to express the curiosity of its building.
Instead, she approached the gate, instructing those accompanying her to wait several steps back as she walked closer, calmly, despite the weapons pointed directly at her and demands to know who she was and what she wanted. "I wish to speak to your leader," she told them in a gentle voice, unafraid, unaffected by the guns. She had to remain composed and reveal that she was no threat. "My name is Luna." Perhaps that would help, if the ones familiar with her were still here. Then they would know she came in peace.
crafted by Molly Josephine ☁
