[She pauses, hesitant, taking a moment to glance around before motioning Daan closer. Even going so far as to pat her lap or the empty space beside her for him to sit down. The room may feel pleasantly sparkly and cozier than it had been, but there was still an element of distrust of the other patrons.
When she feels Daan is close enough that no one will overhear, she speaks again, sounding distant, her eyes staring at something beyond the tabletop.]
A long time ago, there was a Calamity. Back then, the Cetra were the guardians of the Planet, their magic used to tend to the Lifestream, the soul of the Planet, where all living things return to upon death and are reborn from. Their magic was great, and they traveled the world, tending to the earth as they went. It wasn't going to last though.
The harbinger fell from beyond the stars, but the Cetra didn't know that danger had fallen from the heavens. It was like...a-a parasite, or a virus. It would infect them, wear their flesh, use them as hosts to spread from one host to a new host. Brother attacked brother, cities fell, until they were finally able to push the Calamity back to the north, sealing it into a deep crater with a wall of pure ice.
But the damage had been done, and slowly the Cetra began to die out. After many hundreds of years, only humanity was left. My mother was the last full blooded Cetra, but she died before I could learn anything from her. It wasn't until later that I found out our history.
[She seemed to shake herself, nudging the mask with her hand so she could rub her eyes.]
Sorry, that was really long, not the kinda thing I usually tell people, much less at parties.
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[She pauses, hesitant, taking a moment to glance around before motioning Daan closer. Even going so far as to pat her lap or the empty space beside her for him to sit down. The room may feel pleasantly sparkly and cozier than it had been, but there was still an element of distrust of the other patrons.
When she feels Daan is close enough that no one will overhear, she speaks again, sounding distant, her eyes staring at something beyond the tabletop.]
A long time ago, there was a Calamity. Back then, the Cetra were the guardians of the Planet, their magic used to tend to the Lifestream, the soul of the Planet, where all living things return to upon death and are reborn from. Their magic was great, and they traveled the world, tending to the earth as they went. It wasn't going to last though.
The harbinger fell from beyond the stars, but the Cetra didn't know that danger had fallen from the heavens. It was like...a-a parasite, or a virus. It would infect them, wear their flesh, use them as hosts to spread from one host to a new host. Brother attacked brother, cities fell, until they were finally able to push the Calamity back to the north, sealing it into a deep crater with a wall of pure ice.
But the damage had been done, and slowly the Cetra began to die out. After many hundreds of years, only humanity was left. My mother was the last full blooded Cetra, but she died before I could learn anything from her. It wasn't until later that I found out our history.
[She seemed to shake herself, nudging the mask with her hand so she could rub her eyes.]
Sorry, that was really long, not the kinda thing I usually tell people, much less at parties.