Sky above, Earth below, Fire within
Lame or not, the simple attempt to offer comfort at all did not go unnoticed. Maea didn't know him well enough to determine whether it was a normal Remi thing to do, but she appreciated it all the same; nodding lightly and offering a faint smile in return. That was growing easier the longer they spoke, as her guard steadily dropped and the mendering topics helped reinforce an image of the Lullaby as more real and grounded than her imagination had painted him out to be.
She actually laughed at the mention of her persistent escape from Mort's realm. "At least I'm not alone in that... Kiada has about the same history as I, so it's not like my case is unprecedented. Isla might even hold the record of resurrections... If that's all it will fault me for then I will consider myself fortunate." If that was anything to strive for. She hoped she was herself even after so many changes. As much as any person remained themselves while growing up and gaining experiences - changing opinions and finding new values, even as scars collected and warped the mind and body. In her case... probably not out of recognition.
Contemplating the mortal flaws of the Heralds was proving to be an unpleasant pastime. Unsure if the news of these intruders nature made her feel better, Maea nevertheless considered what Remi said. Her hands went to the spacey pockets of her coat in search of paper and pen, only to come up empty.
"I should start journaling," she muttered. "Can you remember if she used any abilities of her own? What was the island like? Anything at all that you noticed might be important... I can compare it to the rest of the critters. See if there's any connection." Was the void a side effect or a force unto its own, like light or dark? Were they all connected like the Attuned, or separate units of individual power like the Ancient? Questions danced in the Loreseeker's eyes, and she focused on committing any morsel of information to memory, to be written down later.
She actually laughed at the mention of her persistent escape from Mort's realm. "At least I'm not alone in that... Kiada has about the same history as I, so it's not like my case is unprecedented. Isla might even hold the record of resurrections... If that's all it will fault me for then I will consider myself fortunate." If that was anything to strive for. She hoped she was herself even after so many changes. As much as any person remained themselves while growing up and gaining experiences - changing opinions and finding new values, even as scars collected and warped the mind and body. In her case... probably not out of recognition.
Contemplating the mortal flaws of the Heralds was proving to be an unpleasant pastime. Unsure if the news of these intruders nature made her feel better, Maea nevertheless considered what Remi said. Her hands went to the spacey pockets of her coat in search of paper and pen, only to come up empty.
"I should start journaling," she muttered. "Can you remember if she used any abilities of her own? What was the island like? Anything at all that you noticed might be important... I can compare it to the rest of the critters. See if there's any connection." Was the void a side effect or a force unto its own, like light or dark? Were they all connected like the Attuned, or separate units of individual power like the Ancient? Questions danced in the Loreseeker's eyes, and she focused on committing any morsel of information to memory, to be written down later.
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