[ If they were both called here by the will of this god, then Pyra must also accept that her part too, was ordained. How many conversations had they had, where they had touched upon the edges of what she had to say?
'With them, the way is forward.'
'What matters is that change has occurred.'
A party had not been the place for a conversation such as this. Even though Honerva does not know, if she were not pulled here, led here to speak, if she would have been willing so on her own. Not with the way Pyra had seemed so innocent, and with only the best intentions for others. She did not want to lie but she did not like the discomfort of compliments that she could not continue to accept. They had shared energy once, surely she could feel, that darkness there.
Life was a struggle and Lup already, helped shoulder so much for her, as much as she wanted to give for her, in return.
And yet... she had not been surprised to see Pyra there. It was not the first time she had experienced such a pull, or she would not have her new family at all. At that time, she was less aware, of the implications of her own words, her story. In the end, what mattered more was learning to sympathize for the person in front of her, to be drawn by the suffering of another. To not even realize she had learned to be a friend, in a trying time. And now more than that.
But here, with Pyra, there was no such exchange. She had not known what to expect for her reaction to all of this, but she had listened, she had been... extrordinary. To listen, to be patient, and what for? Why was Honerva granted such a gift? She has no idea of what that could even be. She had nothing personal that wasn't already here.
A few moments pass, as she breathes, still processing. Pyra's hold is still there, and she slowly rises, with a gentle tug to indicate the other might still follow, that she was still willing to maintain this connection even if the compulsion had faded. What would come next was not from the will of these gods, or for them. She had been puppeted by so much already.
All too often, these gifts might be a trap. There was nothing it might show her that would be any more devastating than what she has said, but they had arrived at this point together.
Before them on the altar is... a simple planter. The sweet fragrance of what it contains will hit them first, as in it are clustered several deep pink flowers.
Honerva looks at them, and she both knows them and does not. The sensation that strikes her is... a nostalgic wave. She had encountered them once, not long ago, and in a universe that still had not been hers and she remembers how paralyzing that had been. The sensation was too strong, for a life she could not remember, but she looks on, quietly, before finally, answering Pyra. ]
... They are for you, Pyra. For one who would sit and take in the darkest of tales, who can feel for so many all at once. For your kindness, and what you have offered me, here.
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'With them, the way is forward.'
'What matters is that change has occurred.'
A party had not been the place for a conversation such as this. Even though Honerva does not know, if she were not pulled here, led here to speak, if she would have been willing so on her own. Not with the way Pyra had seemed so innocent, and with only the best intentions for others. She did not want to lie but she did not like the discomfort of compliments that she could not continue to accept. They had shared energy once, surely she could feel, that darkness there.
Life was a struggle and Lup already, helped shoulder so much for her, as much as she wanted to give for her, in return.
And yet... she had not been surprised to see Pyra there. It was not the first time she had experienced such a pull, or she would not have her new family at all. At that time, she was less aware, of the implications of her own words, her story. In the end, what mattered more was learning to sympathize for the person in front of her, to be drawn by the suffering of another. To not even realize she had learned to be a friend, in a trying time. And now more than that.
But here, with Pyra, there was no such exchange. She had not known what to expect for her reaction to all of this, but she had listened, she had been... extrordinary. To listen, to be patient, and what for? Why was Honerva granted such a gift? She has no idea of what that could even be. She had nothing personal that wasn't already here.
A few moments pass, as she breathes, still processing. Pyra's hold is still there, and she slowly rises, with a gentle tug to indicate the other might still follow, that she was still willing to maintain this connection even if the compulsion had faded. What would come next was not from the will of these gods, or for them. She had been puppeted by so much already.
All too often, these gifts might be a trap. There was nothing it might show her that would be any more devastating than what she has said, but they had arrived at this point together.
Before them on the altar is... a simple planter. The sweet fragrance of what it contains will hit them first, as in it are clustered several deep pink flowers.
Honerva looks at them, and she both knows them and does not. The sensation that strikes her is... a nostalgic wave. She had encountered them once, not long ago, and in a universe that still had not been hers and she remembers how paralyzing that had been. The sensation was too strong, for a life she could not remember, but she looks on, quietly, before finally, answering Pyra. ]
... They are for you, Pyra. For one who would sit and take in the darkest of tales, who can feel for so many all at once. For your kindness, and what you have offered me, here.