It's Not Enough [Shelf Post]

[Gaea_Foundation 625]

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Acria sat poised in the very seat she had occupied for countless days of her reign. Before her lay the table where she ceremoniously spun her modest metal circlet. As the melodic echo of metal on marble filled the air, memories flooded her mind, harking back to the fateful day when Qudlia had leaped, the sound of her impact lingering like a dull thud.

 

Her thoughts wandered back to the words they had exchanged upon the palace's pinnacle many years prior.

 

Acria forcefully brought her hand down upon the circlet, abruptly halting its motion. She rose from her seat, carrying the circlet with her, and made her way to the edge of the roof. There, she held the circlet at her waist, feeling the caress of the wind against her skin as she gazed upon the city she now governed.

 

It had been her enduring aspiration for an extensive period—to ascend to the role of Primarch—and now she wore the crown. No longer were there obstacles impeding her desires. Yet, despite all this, Acria found herself frowning.

 

 

Acria's inner voice resounded with a resolute conviction. "No, this is insufficient," she ruminated. Merely donning the crown and presenting herself as a luminary figure did not fulfill her deepest longing. She possessed everything one could ever covet—a kingdom she ruled. Yet, it left her yearning for more.

 

Raising the crown to frame the grandeur of the city from her elevated vantage point, she contemplated, "Now, who shall I burden with this responsibility," a strange smile graced her lips, "Yes, that individual will suffice."

 

With a swift pivot on her heels, Acria strode purposefully towards the lift that would transport her to the rest of the city, eager to share the momentous news. A new Primarch was to be crowned.

 

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OOC Note: Due to some unfortunate irl circumstances (nothing to be concerned about, luckily), I have to step away from LOTC for several months, and that also means I can no longer enjoy my time leading Nor'asath. This isn't a goodbye, but an 'I'll be back'. Until then, I will always be reachable, just not active. 

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

Qudlia Jusmia stares at the reflective pool. Watching every step of Acria. 

"You think I do not love you. You are wrong. I watch, always. I merely made room for you daughter. I await your visit. My daughter, you shall be the Primarch I never was. I never could be. For I love you so. It was you I placed all hope to. But I never said such..."