Kell - ee - oh - pee
Lines. You don't think of them, really. They are so much a part of daily life, that little thought goes into the play of lines. And naturally, you assume that no one else thinks much about them, either.
But one pet does. One pet is nothing but lines: the curve of the horizon over open water, the harsh zigzag of lightning, the subtle, ever-changing lines of dunes of sand.
Lines shape paths, too. Landscapes. Smiles.
What if that one pet had the power to change lines? Just a straighter line there, connect two lines there, tangle another line so it bends back on itself.
No big deal, really. You wouldn't think it would be anything dramatic.
Until a storm comes, and the lightning isn't jagged zigzags, but curly Q's of light. Until a path that always lead you home now twists and archs and ends, roughly, at a cliff edge. Until the horizon, instead of framing and cradling that open water, vanishes. Until every time you try to smile, it always ends up a frown.
Now, Kelliope is rarely that drastic. But she demands respect, she demands that people rethink lines, and how they effect lives. She isn't patient, or gentle. She has little empathy or compassion. She commands lines, and that is power indeed.
At the foot of the mountain, that famed mountain that is the source of many hushed whispers, she resides. A natural place, travelers assume, for a guide. Someone who will patiently explain the proper way to reach their goal.
Sometimes, she obliges. On a whim, she'll give the proper directions, the proper warnings, and travelers will arrive at their destination in tact. But other times... well, Kelliope commands lines. Use your imagination.
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