The uncertainty about him (was he even a him? An it?) rose after his greeting so that it was choking her. All she could do was watch him, feeling as though every single hair on her body was on edge. The anger was still there, of course, blaming him for the loss of the Edge, of Helovia, and all those that had died before they had crossed into the portal. It raged within her still.
But then why wasn’t it showing? Why wasn’t her volcanic anger vomiting out of her mouth in hateful spurts the way it had in the past?
She knew it was this place, the forest that they stood in. Even if her father wasn’t here in flesh and blood, his presence was unmistakable in this forest and it was calming. She wasn’t sure she was capable of instigating violence among these trees and ferns, with the floating heads of the sun flowers around them. Even though her circlet had expanded into the piece of armour that protected her skull, logically she knew that wouldn’t protect her if he decided to kill her.
Alysanne couldn’t die. She had a young son, had too many that she needed to care for. She couldn’t afford the consequences of speaking her mind so instead those angry questions and accusations would burn at her from the inside.
“I lived here once.” She commented quietly, her head turning from him as she spoke and angling up - her bright green eyes (the green of these trees) scanning over the plants nearby, as if she remembered each and every leaf from her life before Helovia.
Solanis
