Orb: 12th of Rebirth’s Height

[demonsintheoven]

[[For once, Snow isn't in a back ally somewhere. She's somewhere far more green, but still flat on her back, staring vacantly up at the orb. The very edge of an empty bottle of wine can be seen in the grass to her left]]

Have you ever seen the moon shatter? It shouldn't... the moon's a big rock in the sky, like a smaller Earth, but dead. Dead, dead, dead, so dead it was never alive... [[she sighs, eyes drooping]] Can't shatter. I don't like seeing it do things it can't. So many things do that, don't they? Things move when they shouldn't, appear where they can't, change when they should stay the same.

[[She is quiet a moment, blinking, her eyes utterly unfocused]] Stay inside when the moon shatters... don't let it fall on you. It's too cold to be under a dead moon.

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[demonsintheoven]

I don't know. Soon. It never is clear when... [[she sighs, putting a hand to her forehead before pushing her bangs back out of her face]] Wasn't full, wasn't half, somewhere in between... then fragments of cold raining down....

[brosif]

You sound like one of Freyja's weavers, lady. And I have always been poor at interpreting what it is they're trying to say.

[demonsintheoven]

I'm a waitress, not a weaver. A poor, stupid waitress who couldn't even save her own daughter for her madness...

[brosif]

[Sif understands little of the pain of losing a child to madness -- she has never been a mother, and suspects she never will. But she was in Frigga's company often, in the months after Loki let go. Her expression softens.]

I am sorry for your loss.

[demonsintheoven]

She never got a chance to bloom, my poor Lilly... Cut down so young... [[a deep, depressed sigh]] He wouldn't listen... he never listened. Not to me, not to DarkChyld, no to anyone... and now he's gone, but too late to save my poor flower...

[brosif]

And you are here, alone?

[demonsintheoven]

DarkChyld is here...