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I'm no hero and I'm not made of stone

Unconscious as she had been, the little white mare had not been privy to the happenings since she blacked out. It was surprising then to discover that she was not alone in that strange place. Kaos she could have anticipated perhaps, but to see a child of Temobvu there as well was... unexpected. For a moment that spanned the time it took to blink (or perhaps it was an eon; it was so hard to sense the passing of time here, if it indeed passed at all) Erthë considered the filly as she came to meet her, scouring her mind for a name. She was sure there had been one, at some point, was almost completely certain that she had seen the child frolic through the forests of the Edge before... well, before Kisamoa happened. But if ever she had known the name of the little moonling, it was gone now and Erthë found that it didn't really matter.

"I won't bother you" she replied, with a serene calm that was eerie compared to the rage she had displayed before. "It is good that he realizes that it needs fixing... I thought KAOS was all he was capable of."

Her gaze traveled past the child and sought Kisamoa's black-and-teal eyes, level and calm, free of accusation even though there was a certain bite to her words. "Does that mean there is more to you than death and destruction? If I gave you these, what then will you do with them? Do you even know yourself?"

Reaching in beneath the broken wing, that hung limp and useless by her side - curiously there was no pain, but a pang of concern still rippled her stillness at the sight of it - the slender young mare withdrew the ivory bow that had once been part of Caevoc's spine, and then gathered up the teeth Reszo had provided; one black fang split into three, but part of the god's body none the less.

Right or wrong, I can hardly tell
I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell

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