( Alexiel is kneeling in front of one of the walls in her room. Her long, dark hair trails down her back, the curls reaching her waist. Her arms are bare and she isn't wearing any shoes, but it's impossible to tell if she is otherwise clothed because of her hair.
However it is easy to tell what she is doing. Before her, written clearly on the wall, are runes. Did she use blood or ink? The shade makes it impossible to tell and Alexiel's arms seem uninjured.
When she finishes the last rune, she touches it, smearing the base. Her fingertips are stained by whatever she is using - not that she gives it any notice.
In fact, she seems far too focused on the language she is speaking. It's the oldest language in existence and it is likely that it has never been heard within the City before. Yet the syllables glide over Alexiel's tongue effortlessly until there is almost a lyrical quality to them.
If one didn't know better they might think she is in a kind of trance. )
( OOC: Rune Meanings: god thorn | gift need/distress | joy day | grave )
However it is easy to tell what she is doing. Before her, written clearly on the wall, are runes. Did she use blood or ink? The shade makes it impossible to tell and Alexiel's arms seem uninjured.
When she finishes the last rune, she touches it, smearing the base. Her fingertips are stained by whatever she is using - not that she gives it any notice.
In fact, she seems far too focused on the language she is speaking. It's the oldest language in existence and it is likely that it has never been heard within the City before. Yet the syllables glide over Alexiel's tongue effortlessly until there is almost a lyrical quality to them.
If one didn't know better they might think she is in a kind of trance. )
( OOC: Rune Meanings: god thorn | gift need/distress | joy day | grave )
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