» every broken promise

He let her go, his hold no longer tying her beside him. And for a moment there she floated, aimlessly, her legs barely twitching against the absence of tension if she were to try and move. Yet she waited, listening with interest while he continued to search for just what kind of things he was looking for. When he finally spoke up, speaking of the dead gods, her inky head tilted slightly in his direction. Which dead gods? She wanted to ask him, if he meant the ones from the Rift from before her birth, or the Helovian gods that had died during their passage to the Rift. But when he elaborated on his idea, speaking of weapons and armor, her mind grew distant as she finally understood. “I’ve seen one before.” She muttered, half to herself and half to Kaos. Though she hadn’t seen it here in this strange afterlife, she had seen one item before – she grew up with it sitting inside the cave of her home in the Edge. It was her father’s. A large skull of a crocodile that sat watchful and rather menacing, armor of some sort perhaps. Her gaze sought out Kisamoa briefly before she added onto her thought. “I wasn’t alive when it happened, but my father had a crocodile skull back in Helovia that looked like armor of some sort.” She mentioned. “I’ll see what I can find.” She tacked on at the end as he continued to explain what this place was. She nodded solemnly, but said nothing. She understood – she had stepped willingly into the river of the dead to help this God find what he sought. In her haste she hadn’t realized what the consequences might have been, but now she did. She had to help him, and fast, or she might not make it out. So she propelled her legs to move, pushing her forward as her head tilted down, sapphire eyes searching for the weapons and armor of the Rift Gods, ones she figured might look a lot like the skull her father had. At least, she hoped they did. How different could they really be? Granted, she had no firsthand experience. She had heard stories but hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, and that made things positively difficult. Her brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed slightly against the twilight darkness as she continued to search, floating here and there and coming up with nothing. That was, until she spotted a small gleaming item nearby. Her inky legs picked up momentum, propelling her to the location of the item shining back at her. Ears strained forward and eyes tried to see through the faded light. It looked like armor, but of what kind she couldn’t tell. What she could tell, however, was that it looked important. She moved further down, reaching with her mouth to bite onto the armor. Her pink lips molded around the item as she lifted it, looking over to where Kisamoa was searching. “Mmmh!” She hummed to him to catch his attention, carrying the armor in her mouth as her legs moved toward her original location, by his side. When she stopped, she pushed her legs out forward to catch the armor in case it decided to float away before looking back at Kisamoa with a proud look on her face. “Something like this?” And she grinned. "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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