Enjoyed this game very much. Decided to write a short something or other to help me move on or something.
Out of the eye of the whirling infinite, She falls. At least, that is the feeling. Like a jolt. Whamo.
Blinking, She peers around. Leaves, grass. A forest. Nothing spectacular or whimsical. She hadn't really expected there to be something after the whirling infinite. Indeed, She has the feeling that there hadn't been. But now there is.
She gets to Her feet, staggering on four, spindly but powerful legs. This isn't a feeling She is accustomed to. Two legs were Her forte. This is just weird. But She finds She can walk, and so She does, and as She does, She comes to notice the absence of the presence of the All-Knowing Finger of the God.
She remembers touching it with Her own digit, just before everything was extinguished. She remember's its promise and its goodbye.
But She is alone now… and alive? Well that doesn't make a lick of sense. There is a pool nearby. She decides to shed some light on this crazy mystery, and heads towards it. Approaching it, She cranes Her long neck over the water's surface and drinks in Her reflection.
Pale silvery fur. Big dark eyes. Swively ears. A doe.
This is severely freaky, and She takes a step back. But besides the freakiness, there is also understanding.
The reflection is of the White Doe of Scythia.
She recognizes it from the old stories. The mythical White Doe of Scythia was the companion to the mythical White Stag of Scythia. While the Stag tended to appear near the end of one's journey, the Doe appeared at the beginning, to send off an individual on their quest.
The Doe was said to exist between the two sides of the world- Able to pass between dreams and reality much like the people of Caucasus, but in a different way.
She feels privileged to have been able to dream with the Caucasians. Their dreams were much different from Hers. Lucid, She believes, was the term he used. She is rather surprised to know that She can remember Her past and Her friends, but thinking on it, She realizes it is not such an amazing feat. The White Doe of Scythia lives for thousands of moon phases, longer than any human or animal. Each time it dies, it accepts a new soul into its body to carry on its duties.
She feels honoured, though confused to have been chosen to inhabit the White Doe. She is dubious as to what She can bring to the title. Unsure of what to do, She chews at some grass. It is more appetizing as a deer than it would have been as a human. She remembers things. Things from Her past. Things from the pasts of others who have inhabited the White Doe of Scythia.
It is very cool.
But She is a practical woman who does not like to waste time, and so soon She stands and pads away into the forest. She has a job to do. A new errand to complete.
There must be a town nearby. She wonders what the future holds for Her. In a nearby clearing, She takes time to note the phase of the moon. A waxing gibbous. It's a nice shape.