Chapter 142: Mountains and Munchings
Grace followed the faction leaders back into the council chamber, her mind still reeling from watching Celestia casually dismantle thirty angels like she was sorting mail.
"So," Seraph said, dropping back into her chair with zero grace whatsoever, "we’re really doing this? Picking the next Pillar while the Veil’s getting frisky?"
"We don’t have a choice." Mara’s voice, as usual, carried that mom energy that made you want to sit up straight. "Every day we wait is another day for corruption to spread. Besides, handling the Pillars will allow for clarity in dealing with the Veil."
[I think that makes sense... Though leaving the Veil alone makes me uneasy.]
Venus had already gone back to examining her nails.
"I still vote Bloom."
"And I still think that’s dumb," Seraph shot back.
"Ladies." Celestia’s single word shut them both up. She moved to the center of the room, wings folding with a whisper of feathers. "The Mountain. It’s the farthest from Veil territory, isolated in the northern ranges. Defensible, in case any Veil angels decide to show up and cause trouble."
Grace raised her hand like she was in school.
"Uh, quick question. What exactly is the Mountain’s deal? Like, the Root had plants, the Tide had water, the Flame had... anger management issues. What’s this one do?"
"Well, it is said Eternia gave the Mountain her feelings of stagnation," Celestia explained. "Her stubbornness. Her resistance to change. Reports suggest entire villages frozen in time, people turned to stone mid-action."