"Time, Death and Judgement" by George Frederic Watts (1817–1904) portrays a youthful Time who links hands with a frail female Death. Judgement lingers above the two figures holding the scales of justice & a fiery sword, her face obscured to represent impartiality.
@LadyNezu@Seishin_Akuto@Tikkas_Mischief “Nothing that I can think of,” she said matter of factly. “Worldly possessions hold no meaning for me. Not that I know what it’s like there.”
She shrugged slightly as she checked her staff out of habit. “I suppose I could leave it to your judgement if you must get me things.”
@LadyNezu@Seishin_Akuto@Tikkas_Mischief “As well as things can be for one who guards a sacred relic from those who need not know it exists.”
Turning to see Akutō leave with his newly fashioned arm garb, she shrugged and turned back to Chiyome. “I truly didn’t need it. I could have saved it for bartering if I had to.”
@Seishin_Akuto@LadyNezu@Tikkas_Mischief ~ and handed it to the little one.
“I found this while wandering the woods. Someone must have lost it. I’ve no need for it so it must be meant for you.”
@Seishin_Akuto@LadyNezu@Tikkas_Mischief Seeing the familiar one, she smirked slightly and clasped her hands together in solidarity, a slight bow as she did so.
“I see. You have been on this side for some time.”
Reaching into her pouch, she produced a polished stone of the palest of purple colors set on a silver ring~
@LadyNezu@Tikkas_Mischief@Seishin_Akuto The gatekeeper stood at the ready, ragged robes swaying as staff in hand stood by her side. Soon the energies became clearer, two familiar and one new, but one similar to the one next to it. ~
@LadyNezu@Tikkas_Mischief@Seishin_Akuto ~ was all she gave it as she finished her task and placed the blade away.
“So they’re coming, “was all that was said as she stood ready to greet whoever it was that she seemingly knew was coming.
@LadyNezu@Tikkas_Mischief@Seishin_Akuto A lone figure sat on a stone not far from the series of stone rings that stood silent. The sound of metal being sharpened filled the air as the breeze carried the sound in directions unknown. A butterfly flutters to the figure and lands not far from her. The flicker of a glance ~