[ Time heals all wounds is an idiom that exists in her world. She understands it, but recognizes it as conditional. Time heals wounds for the resilient, for those like Lup who are strong. She may have scars, but she also has a marking of hope upon her skin in the sever birds flying towards that light...
How does she do it, Pyra wonders. How does she remain so strong, how does she continue to have all of that hope to vet one that grief? Is there an easy answer, or is it just time? (And if so, why hasn’t five hundred years been enough?)
Pyra’s eyes drop to the birds again. They continue to fly, possibly, even as the Hunger takes other worlds. Perhaps she’s drawn her inspiration from them... ] Which one of these birds... [ Her fingers trail over them and their path, lightly. ] do you see as yourself the most?
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How does she do it, Pyra wonders. How does she remain so strong, how does she continue to have all of that hope to vet one that grief? Is there an easy answer, or is it just time? (And if so, why hasn’t five hundred years been enough?)
Pyra’s eyes drop to the birds again. They continue to fly, possibly, even as the Hunger takes other worlds. Perhaps she’s drawn her inspiration from them... ] Which one of these birds... [ Her fingers trail over them and their path, lightly. ] do you see as yourself the most?