Thread: The Pact (Walrus and Darkest_Fate)

Breath still Nimue allow her tired gaze to wander the expanse of the void, the only sound to be heard being the faint pounding in her chest. This was still so strange. She knew of the tales that surrounded the plane, yet to step foot into it herself was almost beyond comprehension. Despite the exhaustion creeping through her bones the young queen none the less felt an almost childish smile creeping onto her lips, formerly-dim eyes shimmering for a brief second with a hint of wonder. Of course, despite how much she wanted too, Nimue knew that she couldn't simply sit about and gawk. The longer she crept about here the higher chance there was that she wouldn't be able to return to her body. She had to be quick on her feet. The sooner she found the Kirin, the sooner she'd be able to hash out a pact and escape. Hopefully at least. Taking a deep breath she'd begin to move down the empty expanse, and yet the girl would manage only a couple steps before she'd freeze once-again. ...! Nearly stumbling over her own two feet the snowy-haired girl quickly whirled about as the sound of footsteps reached her ears, eyes widening as they fell upon the creature that stood before her. That pounding would return with a new ferocity, hand upon her chest as Nimue's heart threatened to burst free of her chest. While no certainly no god, those of Gestalt held a reverence for the Kirin that went beyond what one would expect of a spirit. Of the four Great Spirits, it was they who was often-lauded as the most powerful. Even as a child she had seen illustrations of it, beautiful depictions of a steed with fur as white as snow and majestic horns. It was often-said that the va Geiss family held a bond with the spirit, said connection showing itself in their snowy hair. Even in her naivety however Nimue had doubted such claims. They always sounded so egotistical. Regardless, despite all that she knew, little of the information could properly brace herself for meeting the Kirin face-to-face. Feeling herself gawp ever-so-slightly the girl would take an unsteady step back, butterflies swimming about in her belly. Becoming increasingly mindful of her wet clothes, and how they must've looked to the noble spirit, a red blush would slowly cross her cheeks. Keep calm. You've prepared yourself for this. The entire kingdom depends on you. Right. Right . There was no time for hesitation. Doing her best to shove both the wonder and embarrassment she felt to the back of her mind the girl would take a single step forward, taking a deep breath before kneeling down. Proud and noble Kirin, Guardian of Gestalt, I beseech you! She lowered her head, eyes squeezed shut. Gestalt suffers. My people are dying from illness, bandits roam the countrysides, an army seeks to trample us. I have done all that can, but yet it is not enough. Forgive my hubris for stepping foot onto this sacred plane, and for making such ungainly demands, but I fear that I have no choice! She gulped, hands growing increasingly clammy as they pressed up against the strange ground. Her voice had trembled throughout the entirety of that speech, the desperation she felt no doubt palpable. Please, mighty spirit, lend us your aid! In return I shall do anything you desire. Nimue hesitated, I shall even give you my life.