One moment Muzét had been circling the rift in the Fade, where spirits clamoured, some tumbling through to become demons and others gathering up their wits and moving elsewhere. Many did not like to move, as used to this part of the Fade as they were, but Muzét was not unfamiliar with movement. Her purpose was to uphold the Veil, after all - the tears that had formed as of late in that other world, that strange world where it was said that it ignored you, where everything was physical and would not bend to your will - and that other world had been pressing into this one, ever so slowly. It was, frankly, distressing. It almost seemed as if her purpose was moot, with the number of holes that had appeared lately, holes she could do nothing about and she could not soothe or coax spirits away before they were harmed by the crossing from one world to another.
Today, she had been the one to fall through. It wasn't planned for. She had not intended to find herself here, only intended to pass by as normal, past a rift that had been here for several cycles already, when people of that other world slept. Today, she had fallen through - but unlike so many of her kind, she did not change.
She only felt alarm, and a need to be understood, and to fix the hole in the sky, even from this side. That will was enough to give her a physical form, though not one that she noticed, nor particularly chose.
Which is why you might stumble upon an elf with impossibly long hair hovering ever so slightly above the ground, darting back and forth alongside the rift, trying to force it shut with her willpower alone. Is it snowing? Are you watching her? She hasn't noticed.
Muzét | Tales of Xillia | DA AU (Spirit of Purpose)
This was different, and somewhat alarming.
One moment Muzét had been circling the rift in the Fade, where spirits clamoured, some tumbling through to become demons and others gathering up their wits and moving elsewhere. Many did not like to move, as used to this part of the Fade as they were, but Muzét was not unfamiliar with movement. Her purpose was to uphold the Veil, after all - the tears that had formed as of late in that other world, that strange world where it was said that it ignored you, where everything was physical and would not bend to your will - and that other world had been pressing into this one, ever so slowly. It was, frankly, distressing. It almost seemed as if her purpose was moot, with the number of holes that had appeared lately, holes she could do nothing about and she could not soothe or coax spirits away before they were harmed by the crossing from one world to another.
Today, she had been the one to fall through. It wasn't planned for. She had not intended to find herself here, only intended to pass by as normal, past a rift that had been here for several cycles already, when people of that other world slept. Today, she had fallen through - but unlike so many of her kind, she did not change.
She only felt alarm, and a need to be understood, and to fix the hole in the sky, even from this side. That will was enough to give her a physical form, though not one that she noticed, nor particularly chose.
Which is why you might stumble upon an elf with impossibly long hair hovering ever so slightly above the ground, darting back and forth alongside the rift, trying to force it shut with her willpower alone. Is it snowing? Are you watching her? She hasn't noticed.