[ Era can relate to that feeling, just a little. ]
...If one were to take the Darkness within themselves, containing it within their body and soul... Imagine if instead of Darkness it was Light — Light that sought to destroy your soul and twist your form into something monstrous.
[ There is that hesitance again, but she presses on. She hasn't shared these details before. It feels freeing, almost. A relief, in a way. Like the easing of a burden. To share with someone that she may in fact be a monster still, deep down. ]
I am not a daemon. Nor am I a Sin Eater, or a Lightwarden, however it is possible I am not... not those things. Even after expelling that monstrous Light from my body and soul, I cannot be certain some does not still linger here.
[ Her previously wounded hand is now raised to her shoulder, where she strokes the odd, faintly glowing weasel curled around her neck that has been largely hidden by a curtain of wavy brown curls. Era doesn't look at the stranger, but at her feet, and her tail has wound itself around her thigh. ]
Regardless of what I may be, or the Blessings I bear, I am Era. [ Hand still in place upon the small mustelid, Era offers a polite bow in greeting. ] Might I ask your name in return?
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...If one were to take the Darkness within themselves, containing it within their body and soul... Imagine if instead of Darkness it was Light — Light that sought to destroy your soul and twist your form into something monstrous.
[ There is that hesitance again, but she presses on. She hasn't shared these details before. It feels freeing, almost. A relief, in a way. Like the easing of a burden. To share with someone that she may in fact be a monster still, deep down. ]
I am not a daemon. Nor am I a Sin Eater, or a Lightwarden, however it is possible I am not... not those things. Even after expelling that monstrous Light from my body and soul, I cannot be certain some does not still linger here.
[ Her previously wounded hand is now raised to her shoulder, where she strokes the odd, faintly glowing weasel curled around her neck that has been largely hidden by a curtain of wavy brown curls. Era doesn't look at the stranger, but at her feet, and her tail has wound itself around her thigh. ]
Regardless of what I may be, or the Blessings I bear, I am Era. [ Hand still in place upon the small mustelid, Era offers a polite bow in greeting. ] Might I ask your name in return?