Snippet #2625621

Anima

She took in Volga's words as the captain started to depart to her own door. "Good health to you as well Volga." She bid her farewell as she exited through her door.

Many people were all retiring to their respective doors to all finally get some well deserved rest and she was in much need of that. Not far off her door stood, her name marking it clearly. As everyone else was leaving she did not wish to linger behind so she approached her door and entered.

Inside the room was a fairly accurate facsimile of the tower, the home she was only recently taken from. Seeing as the memory of such place was still fresh in her mind she noticed details that were off. The absence of books and alchemy equipment was one such detail which was omitted. The old cobblestone walls all looked precisely as she remembered them, the red and gold trim carpet just as faded as the last time she saw it. The vat which she was created in still stood, encompassing an entire side of the room with it's considerable size. Many cords and tubes were still hooked up into the large metallic base which supported the vat and controlled the substances within. At the center of a panel set right in the face of the alchemical device was an octagonal socket.

She noticed that the socket was empty, the energy that previously gave the water inside it's divine warmth absent. It was disappointing but such comfort was an unnecessary luxury for her. What was important was that the shrine she had built just under the window facing out towards the lands beyond was still there. When she looked outside the land was almost the same as before yet there was also something off about the green plains beyond the tower. The forest was silent, no birds nor insects could be heard. While sunlight poured in from above it didn't feel real. The whole world this room was set in was designed to look and seem real but was not real all the same, merely props designed to mimic her home.

It was disappointing that she hadn't actually come back to her warm and lively home but this was good enough for her. She might of been worn both physically and emotionally from the conflict which had transpired earlier but there was a more pressing matter to attend to. Approaching the shrine she set her tentacles and sank down into her lower form, mimicking the prayer position she had learned from her books. She begun to pray to the sun, thanking it for protecting her and all others from the darkness and asking to again bring them to dawn so that they may flourish in it's radiance once more. While things like water and rest were important to her nothing was of greater importance than remembering to give the sun it's reverence.