by Nailah Weaver » Wed Dec 07, 2011 5:07 am
Nailah's mind felt different, but that was to be expected. The flock would be greeted with a thick mist that swirled back and forth, the mental feedback loop of her precognition she has turned into a mental defense. Though she's offering no resistance and Sam's familiarity with Nailah's mind lets her through easily enough.
Beyond it the familiar desert takes shape and nestled next to the river still lies Heliopolis but low-hanging clouds and smoke cover the city of the sun in an eerie twilight. Soot is covering many of the buildings and a fire is burning in front of the temple of Sekhmet, dark smoke billowing forth from it. The temple itself is in ruins, collapsed walls, cracked steps and toppled pillars. Some areas showing the inside. A handful of priests and other denizens of her mindscape have begun to clear the rubble and even repair the temple but most of them are busy elsewhere. Going through the streets and buildings they drag vaguely humanoid shapes from the buildings and shadows towards the temple square in a bizarre procession. Once there they heave them onto the fire which, at closer inspection, is the twisted shape of a massive bird. Black and purple feathers crackle in the flame that almost doesn't seem to be consuming them, instead only spewing more of the choking smoke into the air.
On top of the stairs of the broken temple is Nailah's avatar, watching over the pyre with a stone-faced expression.
