Siren's Summit
ask no questions
She is so freaking happy to see a mountain. Even if it’s actually a volcano with sirens hanging out at the bottom of it, she really doesn’t care. There’s a mountain and like her long-lost Chamber, there’s a pine forest. It feels like home in a way she had never expected to find in the Rift and truthfully, she’s seriously tempted to roll about in the snow and ice like a ridiculous child. She doesn’t, of course, because that would ruin her carefully tailored look of disheveled beauty, the ‘I don’t care’ air that she wears as if it’s easy.
She doesn’t make it to the summit, truthfully. Her feet are still on the ground today, flying less and less as it’s difficult for Raven to stay on her back when she does. He rarely leaves his makeshift nest there, her black cape tucked all around him as he curls into her, still so wrong and weak. There’s been no developments on that front, though this, at least, was something. A beautiful, glorious mountain that makes her heart skip a few beats with sheer delight. Excitement keeps her from thinking to what this might mean, what game Kaos might be playing, what role they really serve here. For a moment, her mind ignores all those questions that jumble in there with nowhere to go and no answers to be found. All she cares about is the mountain.
And then, all she cares about is Erebos.
Of course he would be here, drawn to it as she is and perhaps as others from the Basin will be as well. She missed their herd, missed their home, and she didn’t feel quite grounded without them. How strange for a girl that left her family behind with little remorse, for a girl that lived without home or friend for a year of her young life. A smile, something almost genuine and not simply mischievous, curves the corner of her lips before she makes her way over to them.
He’s staring at the lake and the obsidian rocks that remind her all too much of Kaos’ altar, that obelisk that will forever live in infamy in her memories. “Erebos,” she says, closing the distance between them, at a loss for words other than his name. How unlike her in that too; perhaps the Rift has stolen the words from her mouth. What do you say in the wake of losing everything though? I’m sorry, doesn’t cut it, and she’s never been the kind to believe in apologies anyway. They were nothing but wasted words that left one feeling as if they did not need to act because they apologized. Action was the only thing that mattered though, and what could she do now?
- weaver -
and you'll be told no lies
@Erebos
