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"It seems you've met with a terrible fate."
It was hot, the blazing heat enough to make Quara feel as if someone intended to cook her alive. Even the sand underneath her seemed intent on making her a prepared meal for any would-be predator out there. Naturally this would be a terrible fate, to die like this, cooked alive, but thankfully Quara had the strength to move and stand. Should she do so instead of laying on the ground and dying, she'd see the owner of the words that were spoken to her.
The woman walked, before standing in the direct sunlight beaming down upon Quara, shielding her from the sun's deadly hot rays as she lifted her hands over her head, forming a 'V' shape from her shoulders. "I am Solaira of Astora, an adherent to the Lord of Sunlight, whose very essence I believe resides within you. After all, you fell from the sun, clearly a declaration that you are meant for great things. A shame that these great things are meant to be in an obscure world, where heroes and villains are known to phase in and out. Lore means little here, the lands and people in them shift like dreams. Who knows when we might vanish from each others sight? Not even I can discern the subtle changes of this world, always the same pleasing sight to the naked eye, but never the same, not for a moment."
Solaira extends her hand to Quara, "I invite you to become a god over these lands, which is not as great a feat as one may believe. After all, I don't think anything here is real. Or is it?" she laughed. "If I haven't scared you, perhaps I can be your sun? To light your way?"
It was hot, the blazing heat enough to make Quara feel as if someone intended to cook her alive. Even the sand underneath her seemed intent on making her a prepared meal for any would-be predator out there. Naturally this would be a terrible fate, to die like this, cooked alive, but thankfully Quara had the strength to move and stand. Should she do so instead of laying on the ground and dying, she'd see the owner of the words that were spoken to her.
The woman walked, before standing in the direct sunlight beaming down upon Quara, shielding her from the sun's deadly hot rays as she lifted her hands over her head, forming a 'V' shape from her shoulders. "I am Solaira of Astora, an adherent to the Lord of Sunlight, whose very essence I believe resides within you. After all, you fell from the sun, clearly a declaration that you are meant for great things. A shame that these great things are meant to be in an obscure world, where heroes and villains are known to phase in and out. Lore means little here, the lands and people in them shift like dreams. Who knows when we might vanish from each others sight? Not even I can discern the subtle changes of this world, always the same pleasing sight to the naked eye, but never the same, not for a moment."
Solaira extends her hand to Quara, "I invite you to become a god over these lands, which is not as great a feat as one may believe. After all, I don't think anything here is real. Or is it?" she laughed. "If I haven't scared you, perhaps I can be your sun? To light your way?"