[ I spend a LOT of time talking to Fulcruxes. Gonna post the ones I have logs for! And I'll be upkeeping this thread with future ramble-at-fulcruxes as they come!
This first, relatively short one was at @Drocilla
]You purse your lips, contemplating a graceful bracelet of night-blooming jasmine thoughtfully.
Softly, you say, "My Lady...? I am sorry to trouble You with prayers again, as I am still without word. But, I... I can feel my path changing, again. I do not want to give up the pursuit of living a life that makes me happy, and now... You are all that ties me to my current life. The last part of it that I love."
Softly, you say, "I cannot stay in Gaudiguch any longer. The gas-lighting and childishness threatens to drive me from the realms entirely. And I cannot go back to Magnagora, whatever fond memories I have do not right the issues I have with... a few certain people that yet linger there. They have already succeded in driving me from the realms, for decades at a time and... I want to live."
Softly, you say, "I wanted to write a play for You. I wanted to create so many things for You, but my life is taking me to places that will have all of me, but will not have You. You will ever be the nearest Goddess to my heart, but if I am to move forward, I will have to leave behind the trappings of formal worship."
Softly, you say, "I hope that You can forgive me this uncertainty. You deserve better than the weak-hearted anyway. And, well... if You can't, I understand. But know that I will always love You anyway, and will always think fondly of twilight."
You have emoted: Olethea gazes quietly at Bewitching Prayer Beads of the Enchantress, taking a moment to hug them to her chest.
Softly, her voice starting to crack, you say, "And that I will miss You."
Softly, her voice starting to crack, you say, "If ever I become a person that I think You will be proud of, I will come home. but right now, I just... did not want to leave without a goodbye."You have emoted: Olethea nibbles her lower lip for a second, before dipping deeply, silently, into a bow so low her knees, and then her forehead touch the floor. She stays like this a moment, sniffling softly, before she rises, gathers herself, and leaves without another word.