In the mists, in the skies.
May 30, 2013 § Leave a comment
They say the mage mist is just a by-product. Acceptable levels of thaumic leakage, they say. Unavoidable and harmless, they say. It’s not true, you know. None of it is true. It’s as alive as you or I. More alive than that Boxer over there, anyway. Oh, yes, it’s alive…and it speaks if you listen hard enough. On a quiet night you can hear it whispering sweet secrets and fortunes. It can whisper all night sometimes. All night long. Tales of other places and other times. Before the City. After the City, perhaps, when there’s nothing but trees and clouds.
Hah, you’re right. It does sound crazy. People always say it sounds crazy and maybe it is. Doesn’t stop it being true. The mage mist is a mouth. Or maybe it’s an eye. Maybe it’s both. A mouth and an eye that speaks as it sees and sees what it speaks. It’s all the same, really.
Crazy it might be but if you could get up close to it, up on the roofs, who knows what you might find, eh?