Scint River
08-13-2017, 04:03 AM
S I D H R A
Sidhra remembered this place, long gone from the Rift.
The fae looked cautiously amongst the others, trying to discern if any others from the Rift had come. For the most part, the faces looked foreign. The little fae was still more than wary of these strangers, but did not find them to be as unapproachable as she once feared.
The little fae remains quiet and has no questions for the deity. She wouldn’t feel right speaking to him via magic anyway, especially when it seemed like so many harbored so much ill will towards this creature. Sidhra had long since learned to reserve judgment. She had begun to piece together what had happened to this Helovia but she had not been there, she did not know. And was this creature not putting her home back together?
However what she didn’t know was what was happening. A sense of foreboding blossomed in the fae’s breast but she could not bring herself to flee. She felt as if this was something she needed to see. To witness.
There wasn’t a particular Helovian she stood nearest to nor furthest from. She did not distance herself from the gather as she had done in the past, yet she did not initiate conversation either. For the time being, she simply watched and waited to see what would happen. And to see if she’d be noticed.
