The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
The flight was short, but far enough to take them from the misty clutches of the Lamplighter. Its haunting song faded from her mind, leaving an echo on her heart of things forgotten and lives past, like a world just out of reach. However, as she landed, shifting back into her Ancient form, the sensation dissipated somewhat, allowing her to remember why she was here.
As if crushed by the thoughts and emotions, Thal's knees sank into the more solid ground, shoulders slumping. She felt so small and insignificant. Her body urged to collapse into a ball again, trying to push out the dangers of her own mind. The presence of a particular Mer King kept her from doing just that. Although she couldn't lift her head to meet his gaze, she shook her head. The physical wounds had mostly healed and she couldn't feel any that may remain. "Thank you." Her weak voice whispered up towards Hadama, little emotion behind the words.
As if crushed by the thoughts and emotions, Thal's knees sank into the more solid ground, shoulders slumping. She felt so small and insignificant. Her body urged to collapse into a ball again, trying to push out the dangers of her own mind. The presence of a particular Mer King kept her from doing just that. Although she couldn't lift her head to meet his gaze, she shook her head. The physical wounds had mostly healed and she couldn't feel any that may remain. "Thank you." Her weak voice whispered up towards Hadama, little emotion behind the words.
The song that promised all might be well,
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
Thalassa
