Ultima
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“Mawsé, little hero~” The greeting floats up above the hubbub of the market-place, and for a moment, it’s very nearly plucked from the sky and swallowed. But the language, the cadence of it… it’s familiar to Carina’s ears. Familiar enough to have her turning and searching the street for even a hint of who’d uttered the phrase. And she finds it. In a girl stood no taller than her collarbone and nearly drowning in her patchwork dress of frills and quilting and beading and threading. Her hair was a straw-colored blonde, or perhaps it was grey, and the ends were woven thick and dyed in a shade reminiscent of a bronze. It was pinned with flowers and braided string, and ribboned with golden lace. The girl was a series of contradictions. Everything about her clothing suggested someone middle-class, perhaps lower upper-class, as did her choice of language. But her physical appearance was different. Her hands were calloused and worn, her arms ribboned with lean muscle—her shape nearly rectangular from diet and hard-work both. She did not have the pudge of the wealthy, but she also did not have the skinny weakness of the poorer children. She did not seem like a child at all. And yet, that too wasn’t right. She smiled, her lips pulling into the shape of a heart and revealing a row of gapped and crooked teeth, then extended out her hands, palm down. Wordlessly, she had communicated her class. High. Much higher than Carina, and perhaps even more than Ser Julian or even the Domínas. Carina took her hands and brought them up to her lips, kissing the back of each. Then, she hesitated. For what? A name, perhaps. A rank. A title. A command. The girl notices, and leans forward, crowding into Carina’s space. She smells of perfumes, rotting roses, and posies; she smells of the dead. “Ultima,” she breathes, “Muya Kapí.” Ultima, the Guiding Light. Ultima, the Key. ✦ Ultima, sometimes referred to as the Daughter, is the youngest god in the Muérí Pantheon. She is a facet of Mother herself, cut from the same mold, but designed with purpose. When she takes on a mortal flesh, she appears as either a young girl with gapped teeth and bark-colored skin or as a sphinx with a pale tan fur, wings, and roses. She roams Muerí as the Key to Kiatu. |
