I Turn the Wheel
Username: LydaLynn
Rp Blurb/Entry Tell the beginning
Cleon woke up at the theater. Why was he at the theater? There were no beds at the theater, not real ones. How did he get there. He wasn't sure, but he'd often been a plaything of the fates so he decided not to dwell on the experiance.
Climbing out of the pile of costumes he'd been curled up in, Cleon took time to straighten up the area, smoothing fabric and sorting accessories. He ignored his grumbling stomach a few times, figuring the performers didn't deserve the chaos things were in.
Maybe it was his fault, after all. He couldn't remember falling asleep in her. And he didn't indulge in strong drink so he didn't know what could have brought him here.
Finally done he headed out, closing things up behind him. And went looking for something to eat. The river was a good idea. Maybe the apple orchard on it's banks would have some fruit for his meal. And water would be welcome after the dusty costumes he'd been sleeping in.
So he headed towards the sound of water, shivering as he felt the chill of the air. Maybe he should have kept one of those capes that had made such lovely bedding back at the theater.
Measuring ang Twisting It to the End
Username: LydaLynn
Rp Blurb/Entry What happens in-between?
Cleon grunbles as he reaches the river. "Now what?!" He demanded of the sky.
A chorus of laughter answered. "What's the matter, little lizard?" A voice called.
Cleon looks over and sees Ladon, "Oh! You have an apple!" He calls out. "I thought they were all gone and I'm so hungry."
The snake's head that was holding the golden apple swallows it down with a smirk. "Oh, well . . . sorry you missed them."
Cleon could tell the serpant was anything but sorry. And the river had bits of ice floating on its surface, making him hesitant to venture down for a drink. "I'm HUNGRY!" He calls again to the sky.
Landon looks up with two of its heads, "Who are you yelling at? Do you expect it to rain apples or something?" The heads snicker at the idea.
Huffing, Cleon turns away without answering. How could he explain that the fates liked to play with his life. Trudging on, he deicdes to head to the temple. Maybe he will find food along the way. After all, there might be a few dried berries left on the bushes along the path if he was lucky. And if not, he can at least petition the fates for their favor, instead of the ire he clearly has attracted.
Shearing the Thread of Fate
Username: LydaLynn
Rp Blurb/Entry How Does It End
The lizard, humbled, approaches the temple. An empty stomach and a weary soul carries him forward.
Lighting the brazier Cleon prays to the fates. He knows not what caused their attention, but he clearly has it. Mayhap he can offer them his devotion and be granted their favor.
Already fasting, though not by his will, Cleon settles next to the brazier, inhailing the insense spiraling up from the flames. For a moment he thinks he sees the weaver through the smoke, deliniated by the stars. If only he knew how to read the stars, perhaps he could see what the fates had in store for him.
As it was, the smoke made his head light and his vision blur. A trio of ravens seemed to peer at him from the roof of the temple. Ravens made of star-stuff. He had nothing to give them, his own stomach rumbling with it's emptiness.
But he startled back as they winged in, each carrying something in their claws. The first brought a goblet with a swallow of wine still in it. The second brought a branch full of ripe grapes, and the third a loaf of bread. Each dropped their load in front of the poor lizard.
His eyes blurry, Cleon watches as they fly away, diappearing in the smoke.
He just stops himself before he bolts down the food. Looking back at the altar, he blows out his breath. The fates had seen his devotion and sent the ravens, he was sure of it. He must show his gratitude.
Even as his stomach protests, Cleon breaks the bread in half and pulls off a few of the grapes, placing the food upon the altar. There was only a single swallow in the goblet, but he was sure the fates would understand his intent, so he drank the wine, letting it wet his mouth, before placing the goblet next to the grapes and bread on the altar before finally indulging in the small meal still left to him.
Cleon offers the fates his thanks before curling up next to the brazier and letting the flames offer a bit of warmth as he falls asleep.
