» every broken promise

The harpy noticed movement beside her, easy enough to see when she stood alone. It hadn’t been on purpose, she didn’t know anyone there – yet the man that stood beside her seemed oddly familiar though she didn’t recall ever meeting him. He must have been from Helovia, that familiar feeling meaning more than the simple “I’ve seen you around” to a family familiarity, as the spotted girl considered those from Helovia to be more of a family in this strange new land. So her sapphire gaze slipped over to the Pegasus, dipping her head in greeting as he spoke out to Kisamoa. But then a question was directed at her, as another body sidled up beside the two of them. “What makes you want to help him?” Her lips parted slightly as she turned her inky head to him, only to be cut off before the words left her lips by someone she had met before. Iskra, as she recalled that day in the Flats as she sought her twin. A slight nod left her head as Iskra mentioned favor, to which her tail flicked against her hocks as Erebos approached. She aimed to make eye contact with the onyx man before looking back over to the colt she hadn’t met before. A half, empty laugh escaped her pink lips from beneath her faceplate, still flaming in teals and blacks. “I think I already have some favor.” She announced, her eyes returning to the bonelights and the creature putting them up. “I helped him in Helovia.” She announced it almost proudly, completely uncaring what the rest of her Helovian family might think of her. The creature killed her friends, and she had inadvertently helped him do it. The large X gash in her chest that no longer hurt but still oozed, her fury and anger toward the God as she appeared at the last gathering, and the turmoil and struggle of having helped someone that could cut people down so quickly had started to change her mind – and somewhere within her it still hurt and burned – but he had apologized, promising her of riches and yet failing her. “Might as well continue the streak in his home, right?” Her shoulders rolled from beneath the rose gold armor, her eyes glancing over at Erebos once again in the chance that her half hidden ghost of a smile on her lips would be something that the once-Prince would understand. "He hasn't exactly broken the promises he made to me, anyway, even if he killed my best friends." "Talk." Kiada mama, i hope you get this know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold know never have i been better.

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