Nico backed out of the room, holding the door open with her foot.
Poetry had never really been her thing -- she'd preferred to turn her creativity to clothing. But she had acquired a few books of poetry, and memorized a few poems.
One, by German poet Friedrich Ruckert, was rather applicable here.
"You must not shut the night inside you," she recited as she picked at the nail bed of her index finger with her thumbnail. "But endlessly in light the dark immerse. / A tiny lamp has gone out in my tent-"
Ow. Nico raised her Staff and pointed it at the horrifying contents of the room.
"I bless the flame that warms the universe."
It wouldn't be quite as dramatic as all that -- extra global warming wasn't really going to help them here. But metaphorical warmth, from the remains of the wonderous creatures and beings that had been abused here?
She probably wasn't that powerful either, but the thought couldn't hurt.
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Poetry had never really been her thing -- she'd preferred to turn her creativity to clothing. But she had acquired a few books of poetry, and memorized a few poems.
One, by German poet Friedrich Ruckert, was rather applicable here.
"You must not shut the night inside you," she recited as she picked at the nail bed of her index finger with her thumbnail. "But endlessly in light the dark immerse. / A tiny lamp has gone out in my tent-"
Ow. Nico raised her Staff and pointed it at the horrifying contents of the room.
"I bless the flame that warms the universe."
It wouldn't be quite as dramatic as all that -- extra global warming wasn't really going to help them here. But metaphorical warmth, from the remains of the wonderous creatures and beings that had been abused here?
She probably wasn't that powerful either, but the thought couldn't hurt.