Floating Key
She didn’t care all that much about the loss of Helovia’s gods. Her god was Death, and she served no other master. The Helovian gods were simply a part of the place she’d chosen to live, and she’d accepted them as she might accept the weather or the landscape. Losing the Basin was the thing that hurt. Her home had been her choice, and she’d fought for acceptance in a land that had never before accepted those with wings. She proved her worth to a group of horses that quickly became family in a way that even her own family had never been. Sure, she loved her mother and brothers in the way one is required to love their family, but in the end, she’d left them behind and never looked back. She’d walked through the Portal with one of the Basiner’s by her side and her eyes trained behind her, searching for the rest of them. They were the ones she could not leave. They were the ones she did not want to see broken and torn apart from the inside out. They were the ones that mourned the loss of a childhood home, of a God they worshipped, and that left Weaver angry and bitter and itching to do something.
What could she do though? She could not fight Kaos. She could not bring the Basin back. She could not fix the things that had been broken. All she could do was move forward, learn from those willing to teach her, like Moa Te, explore the Rift and try not to fail again. The other mare seems to soften at the story a bit, and Weaver finds herself weirdly thankful for that. Had the Portal changed her too? She’d never cared what others thought, never minded a tough conversation for any reason, and yet here she is thankful to find someone willing to share information without glaring at her the whole time (okay fine, maybe it hadn’t been a glare).
Her words surprise Weaver a little bit more, and she is curious to ask more, but before she has the chance the mare is already moving on to the first question Weaver had asked. So she keeps her mouth shut, listening instead. “It does not have to be our war too.” Her words are determined and solid, like there’s no arguing the point that they do not have to fight one another. “We can learn to live together, work together. There has to be a better way than to play someone else’s game.” She is so, so tired of being their pawns.
“Too many died in Helovia, swallowed by the darkness Kaos brought. The Helovians carry that with them, and those in a hurry are simply trying to find their lost companions and loved ones.” Raven perks his head slightly at the mention of lost companions, and though everything about their bond has been warped and ruined by the Rift, she is glad he was not taken from her. “We are not all like that though, and most will move on with time I assume. You are probably asking the wrong girl about fun though. I was a solider. I lived on a battlefield for fun, explored the most dangerous nooks of Helovia for fun.” She laughs slightly, thinking of their adventures, of the dreams that Erebos had shared with her and how quickly those dreams had been ripped away by all this. They would have to make new dreams.
What could she do though? She could not fight Kaos. She could not bring the Basin back. She could not fix the things that had been broken. All she could do was move forward, learn from those willing to teach her, like Moa Te, explore the Rift and try not to fail again. The other mare seems to soften at the story a bit, and Weaver finds herself weirdly thankful for that. Had the Portal changed her too? She’d never cared what others thought, never minded a tough conversation for any reason, and yet here she is thankful to find someone willing to share information without glaring at her the whole time (okay fine, maybe it hadn’t been a glare).
Her words surprise Weaver a little bit more, and she is curious to ask more, but before she has the chance the mare is already moving on to the first question Weaver had asked. So she keeps her mouth shut, listening instead. “It does not have to be our war too.” Her words are determined and solid, like there’s no arguing the point that they do not have to fight one another. “We can learn to live together, work together. There has to be a better way than to play someone else’s game.” She is so, so tired of being their pawns.
“Too many died in Helovia, swallowed by the darkness Kaos brought. The Helovians carry that with them, and those in a hurry are simply trying to find their lost companions and loved ones.” Raven perks his head slightly at the mention of lost companions, and though everything about their bond has been warped and ruined by the Rift, she is glad he was not taken from her. “We are not all like that though, and most will move on with time I assume. You are probably asking the wrong girl about fun though. I was a solider. I lived on a battlefield for fun, explored the most dangerous nooks of Helovia for fun.” She laughs slightly, thinking of their adventures, of the dreams that Erebos had shared with her and how quickly those dreams had been ripped away by all this. They would have to make new dreams.
- weaver -
@'Moa Te'
