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a light in the darkness.
Open Siren's Summit 
Taivas the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Reszo
#11
this is fact not fiction, should have held them in your lungs.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
The Rift was mysterious, and Taivas found that interesting and exciting, though heavy.

Uncertainty weighted down on your shoulders, and that feeling never quite left her since arriving in the Portal weeks, perhaps even months, ago. Rixen clearly still struggled with that self-same sensation, but strove to find answers which would firmly place him within the world. The shaman wishes that she could teach him more about the world where they stood, but she could not surpass her own pitiful knowledge of their position within the Rift.

Aside from the little glowing orb given by Kisamoa and the whispers from below the surface of the earth, Taivas had nothing that tied her to this particular land. The desire to save the world stemmed not from her fear of mortality, but rather the kindness and desire to save what others held dear, even if it meant little to her personally. As Rixen speaks to her about finding his place, she begins to wonder if the view she held was naive and simple. The Rift was her home now, she knew that, but still could not shake the feeling that she belonged elsewhere.

Her bones and muscles ached for the familiar feel of tall grasses on her barrel. She heart longed for the night sky painted with familiar stars. Her mind listened for the sound of her family.
Even though, outwardly, she appeared calm and serene, the turmoil of being a young girl separated from everything she knew and everyone she loved existed.

So, it is with genuine relief that the girl receive's the compliments of her new acquaintance and temporary pupil. He gives her a small push of confidence that she is better off than most when it comes to spiritual understanding, and she hopes only to bolster that strength with time. In her own way, by her own strengths, she would restore the Rift.

If that meant learning and growing with the spirits of the Rift, so be it.

"Goodbye," she says quietly as Rixen turns to leave. The shaman watches him leave, disappearing in the pines of the young forest. Then, she returns to look upward, eyes closed, breathing in the air and listening and waiting.
taivas.