The sun was setting, so Nerva sat close to the fire to make sure she had good light - sideways so that the flames lit the pages of the book in her lap. Her little bottle of ink trembled and threatened to spill as she dipped her quill into it, but she either did not care, did not notice, or trusted that it would not defy her. A passerby would be forgiven to think that she was deep in study - the concentrated look, the furrow of her brow. But if they leaned over her shoulder, they would see instead a very carefully rendered design of a mask emerging on the page.
3.
They were absolutely mad. The fact that Nerva had been sent here to check on them, since they were so close to a rift, was enough to make her want to shove the majority of them through it. It wasn't that it was just blasphemy (which it was, but such a large portion of the world was blasphemy that it was hard to care about individual instances), it was that it was blasphemy toward the breach. That was not mere idiocy, that was lunacy, and a potentially dangerous one. So though she hated her posting, she was very willing to accept it. Someone had to keep the lunatics from getting too close to the rift. Especially if any of them happened to be rebel mages, Maker help them.
So anyone that wanted to get to the rift at the back of the castle had to get through her - as had any Demon that came out of it. She was more than prepared to take care of both.
Even if her fellow Inquisition members weren't taking this posting nearly seriously enough.
5. Give me whatever prompt you like and I'll run with it~
Nerva Lecuyer || Native OC
The sun was setting, so Nerva sat close to the fire to make sure she had good light - sideways so that the flames lit the pages of the book in her lap. Her little bottle of ink trembled and threatened to spill as she dipped her quill into it, but she either did not care, did not notice, or trusted that it would not defy her. A passerby would be forgiven to think that she was deep in study - the concentrated look, the furrow of her brow. But if they leaned over her shoulder, they would see instead a very carefully rendered design of a mask emerging on the page.
3.
They were absolutely mad. The fact that Nerva had been sent here to check on them, since they were so close to a rift, was enough to make her want to shove the majority of them through it. It wasn't that it was just blasphemy (which it was, but such a large portion of the world was blasphemy that it was hard to care about individual instances), it was that it was blasphemy toward the breach. That was not mere idiocy, that was lunacy, and a potentially dangerous one. So though she hated her posting, she was very willing to accept it. Someone had to keep the lunatics from getting too close to the rift. Especially if any of them happened to be rebel mages, Maker help them.
So anyone that wanted to get to the rift at the back of the castle had to get through her - as had any Demon that came out of it. She was more than prepared to take care of both.
Even if her fellow Inquisition members weren't taking this posting nearly seriously enough.
5. Give me whatever prompt you like and I'll run with it~