Glass Dolls

All About Atlantis! - 1

"Wyrmbloods never cease to amaze me. Apparently a human man had managed to quell one of Eternity's Vassals by the time I even thought of taming the Blade."

From The Starlight Unra'xi, A Study by Conductor Velvette.

Level of Refraction: -189 degrees.

While Mold doesn't need to sleep, strictly speaking, it doesn't mean that she can function at one-hundred percent of her mischievous capacity without any sort of mental rest. Due to this fact, whenever she has a quiet moment and feels like recharging a bit she will slip into a trance-like stupor where her body functions mostly on autopilot while her brain rests and daydreams. She can snap out of this state at a moment's notice, however her memories of her time resting are usually spotty.

It is thanks to this that she has not yet noticed the forced sleep that the Author has been putting her into at night.

Now, the morning after her adventure with Oliver and his troupe, Mold is beginning to awaken like a fairy-tail princess from her spell.

Alas, the wicked witch that cursed her is sleeping under the same roof.

"Gweh."

Mold makes the sound from the front of her throat as her eyes open. The room that Ego added on to his house for her is brightly lit. Sunrays pour into the room from a massive stained glass window on the east wall. The head of her bed is placed against it, and Mold soaks in the rainbow-coated morning lights as her brain re-activates.

She blinks once, and then twice more abruptly. She sits up, closing her stolen right eye out of instinct, and as she gets up she pulls her bangs back down over it. Using it to see is somewhat unpleasant, even for the old Jötunn. The sheer scope of what you can perceive with an eye that has seen the Universe is world-shattering, and even an old god wouldn't be able to stop themselves from feeling small.

Plus there's the unpleasant side effect that links it with its twin in Ego's left eye socket.

Mold sighs and wonders how she even got into this whole mess, and then when she remembers why she pushes the memories to the back of her mind. Instead she decides to busy herself with picking out a new outfit. The jeans and t-shirt worked well as a run-away getup, but life isn't fun without a little style, right?

"Haha. Nice." Mold says to her reflection in the full body mirror that sits next to her wardrobe.

She has slipped into a hot pink leotard with matching knee high socks. Over this she's included a pair of sunflower-yellow hotpants, as well as a cyan jacket to throw over her shoulders. Mold has taken to Ego's 20th century supply of clothes quite nicely, though she would never tell him.

After admiring herself in the mirror for a bit longer Mold decides that she wants to do something, so she sets out into the labyrinthine house to find Ego. She's learned the path from her room back to the cubic center of the house, however there are so many branches that have been added on to this that it's always a little adventure just trying to get to the library room.

She makes several wrong turns, ending up in both the greenhouse and the entrance to the sensation deprivation room before finally finding her destination. Ego's room is preposterously gargantuan. Physical distance loses a lot of its meaning when you're immortal, but even to Mold the walk from the entrance to the bed on the back wall of the room seems a little long.

Papers litter the golden floor, unreadable scribbling covering both faces. Mold takes extra care to step on each one in her path. Black viscous globs of something inch their way slimily along the floor, doing something to the papers. The Jötunn takes care to stay away from these. They look gross.