Post by Asphodel on Jul 14, 2012 21:31:50 GMT -5
It was high time Asphodel got invested in matters herself. She was working on a mortal schedule, after all. Always scurrying around in a hurry, oblivious to their inevitable oblivion. Eventually, whether in twenty years or twenty billion, there would come a time when there was no one left to remember that mortals had done anything. Everything ever achieved by them, everything that they did and built and wrote and thought and discovered would be forgotten and all of this needless scurrying would have been for naught. There was time before humans experienced consciousness, and there would be time after.
Not that Asphodel was immortal, but as a being of nature, she experienced time differently. Her heritage instilled in her the patience of a mountain. Her time, too, would come to an end, and eventually, obsolescence so complete that it would be as if she had never walked the Earth at all. This knowledge, however, didn't phase Asphodel in the slightest.
The secret to not being worried by the inevitability of human, or even Fae, oblivion? Ignoring it. Mother knew that's what the mortal's did.
Obscure philosophical discourse aside, Asphodel had put her plan into motion. She'd used her Glamour to disguise her form. Her eyes she left dark, although she did alter her hair to make it less moss-like, and light brow rather than green. Her skin was darkened a little from it's preternaturally pale color to a more believable ivory tone. She dressed herself in the manner of magical mortals; emerald green robes graced her form.
Once she was properly dressed, so to speak, she emerged from the woods and found herself on the edge of a town. This would be somewhere near where the Alpha she'd conversed with resided. The first order of business was to find a reliable source of information. This would be a place where humans gathered, preferably somewhere where their guard was down. And...yes. This place would do nicely.
Entering the establishment known as Joker's Bar, Asphodel took a seat near the long bar. It was only late afternoon, and so the place was not yet full of people. It would be soon, though, and she could gather information while the humans let the alcohol flow, lowering their inhibitions and their wits.
She smiled at the bartender. "Could I trouble you for a drink of water, sir? It's so warm outside you'd think the town was on fire." She fanned herself a little, mostly for show, but she was a little warm, and her cheeks were indeed a bit flushed. Her woods was not subject to the wild climate changes of the human world. And she had endured quite a bit of a walk.
Not that Asphodel was immortal, but as a being of nature, she experienced time differently. Her heritage instilled in her the patience of a mountain. Her time, too, would come to an end, and eventually, obsolescence so complete that it would be as if she had never walked the Earth at all. This knowledge, however, didn't phase Asphodel in the slightest.
The secret to not being worried by the inevitability of human, or even Fae, oblivion? Ignoring it. Mother knew that's what the mortal's did.
Obscure philosophical discourse aside, Asphodel had put her plan into motion. She'd used her Glamour to disguise her form. Her eyes she left dark, although she did alter her hair to make it less moss-like, and light brow rather than green. Her skin was darkened a little from it's preternaturally pale color to a more believable ivory tone. She dressed herself in the manner of magical mortals; emerald green robes graced her form.
Once she was properly dressed, so to speak, she emerged from the woods and found herself on the edge of a town. This would be somewhere near where the Alpha she'd conversed with resided. The first order of business was to find a reliable source of information. This would be a place where humans gathered, preferably somewhere where their guard was down. And...yes. This place would do nicely.
Entering the establishment known as Joker's Bar, Asphodel took a seat near the long bar. It was only late afternoon, and so the place was not yet full of people. It would be soon, though, and she could gather information while the humans let the alcohol flow, lowering their inhibitions and their wits.
She smiled at the bartender. "Could I trouble you for a drink of water, sir? It's so warm outside you'd think the town was on fire." She fanned herself a little, mostly for show, but she was a little warm, and her cheeks were indeed a bit flushed. Her woods was not subject to the wild climate changes of the human world. And she had endured quite a bit of a walk.