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Cry unto the void. Receive an answer.

Clack clack clack- Nimolin's shoes echo in the empty, polished, hallway. No one else is around, her parents prefer the servants make themselves scarce while they are in the main areas and not cloistered up in their personal quarters. Her brother isn't around either, she hasn't seen him, hasn't been permitted to see him. How is he? Has he been washing behind his ears? Has he been practicing his letters? Has he been eating well? Nimolin ignores the thing that appears in the back of her head to squeeze a tail around her heart and whisper "Ohhh darling Has he been fed?" She hates that voice with all her heart, it drags out her fears in the mocking croons of her mother's voice and her father's cutting sarcasm.
She shakes it off, her parents prefer her brother over her, she holds value as a fine horse would, sell her off to gain prestige to the family name. Her brother is set to inherit though, despite Nimolin being eldest child of course, why would she need it if she is to marry and move into her beau's estate. They must of been feeding him much more often than her, he will be expected to keep up with other troublemaking boys in a couple years at academy surely. The rhythmic punctuation oh Nimolin's shoes slows as she passes a pair of tall doors decorated with delicate but conserved strokes of blue, red, and yellow paint .
The abstract lines together with the bright pigmentation gave the impression of delicate foliage, like what you would see in a picture book. Her hand reaches out to caress the brass handle, she knew the door would be locked if she tried it. With a twist of her wrist she proved herself correct, hand falling to her side. Inside is the old playroom, her playroom. It hadn't been in use since her great aunt passed away and how Nimolin missed that dignified, elderly woman with a will of steel. Shaunolin Opalarbor was the Opalarbor matriarch up until                 The night is cool, and ever so slightly damp. Nimolin's favorite weather, when the moisture hangs as mist over the garden, wrapping her in a chilled and muffling embrace under a starry sky. This does nothing to lift her mood; The mist cannot, will not carry her and her brother away to safety, or bar that freedom. Tilting her head upwards, golden locks glittering with dew in the moonlight she calls out, voice soft but steely, "Would not a single soul take pity upon me? Though I learn with fervor and respect the powr's greatly? Do you all doubt my willingness? My intentions? Do I speak to a dead universe and a desolate sky?!".
Unexpectedly she received and answer from a voice coarse and watchful as a crow, and sly and slithering a snake in the grass. "Oh? Strength and opportunity you have been denied so you seek the powers of the mind and soul? You hunger for this. Yes, yes! I have something you want, and you have much to give. Come here and we'll make a trade. I will give you power, and you will give me knowledge."
"Knowledge of what sort?"
"Anything, everything, all that you see, pass it on to me! Your laughter, your tears, your aching, the miseries, the joys, all the glory and wretchedness in existence is what I desire! Give me this ,eternally and I will make sure your flimsy little shell wont hold you back."
"I would fetch and carry experiences Forevermore to you then?"
"Of course forevermore! What use do I have for a creature gone so swiftly as a mortal? Even such as yourself that can live to see centuries pass are alike to insects, withering betwixt my blinks. Why would I give to something I cannot keep? Should one reach out and change something that isn't theirs? No! Take my patronage and come to my service fully, then, while you still live a mortal life. Use the strengths I bestow you to reach for what you please."   "Shall I exchange one chain for another then? bind myself to some unseen pow'r rather than a mortal I can perceive? Will I trade a noose I may slip for shackles that will last into perpetuity?"   "Impudent child, Do you not send yourself off to places unknown? Is your loyalty not already owed indefinitely? What difference would it be if I ask you to give it to me instead? Are your gods and kings any more seen then I? If that is the issue then allow me to reveal myself!"   It was if the air split open, ragged edges curling and shriveling up like skin on a roast hen. It was a gaping toothless maw, looming close to swallow Nimolin whole. She remained stationary, whilst reality slid elsewhere-- or did elsewhere slide past reality? It was nothingness and everything was lined in swirling, glittering prickles of light that burnt all the way through her, in through her eyes into her brain before spiking down to coil lazily in her chest. Her ribs were full of liquid iron, her head spun wildly with her stomach but it hardly mattered for everything was spinning as well. The lights suddenly scattered like minnows, and out of nowhere came a long, inky raven's beak growing out of a barn owl's face. It was longer than she was tall, with a serpentine neck intermittently sprinkled in long, glowing tendrils jutting from the stately ruffs of dusky feathers. Were they red? black? purple? Nimolin could hardly tell with the knives scraping at the backs of her eyes, and the ever-increasing weight of knotted molten space around her heart. Nimolin realized she was still kneeling somehow despite there no longer being ground, and just like that the shining pinheads started to crawl up her thighs. She was distinctly reminded of mercury rising in a thermometer-- or wait, was she sinking?   " Tsssk tssk tsk. "   Claws rose up from the fluid lights, dark and shining. Digits hard and wrinkled like a leather glove had stretched and dried over a fleshless hand coming up beneath her, so that she was cradled in a downy palm. Suddenly she was resting on solid matter once more and with that came the realization that she was now utterly exhausted. With that she collapsed onto her back, satin feathers brushing her face with every labored breath, claws curling up to prevent her from slipping off into the cosmic infinity.   Numerous eyes blinking in sync the looming Raven-Owl-Snake being bobs his head several times, the feathers under his jaw dangling like the universes most dramatic jowls. "What? cat have your tongue? You must have the most horrible headache at the moment, I suppose you have had enough then." Despite this, Nimolin was only brought up closer to one of his massive eyes.
"So, so, tiny."
It was a murmur. She imagined it was as close to a whisper as someone so huge could produce.
She could feel him watching her, every glittering, liquid eye sending pins and needles like lightning down her spine.

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