You won't go lonely into this fight, if you just hold me we will survive
He is not the only one craving a clear mind. It is partly why she’d desired a place outside of either of their purviews, why she’d chosen the Grounds - a place so changed after the war that it hardly resembles the Grounds of their memories. Their nightmares. As close to a fresh slate as she could envision that would not require combing through wild lands to find him.
As it is, he’s easy to find. Partly by his design, and partly due to Erebos’ loud exclamations of joy which are all the clearer to her avian ears. Winging down across the lake, she dips the tip of one wing into the water to cause it to ripple, and barrel rolls as she gets close to the pair in order to flick water upon them to join in their play. She circles them briefly before landing and shifting, boots making soft sounds in the damp earth around the water’s edge as she approaches.
“Look at you, little man. You’re so big! Can auntie hold you?” Her arms extend in offering to both father and son, always taking the opportunity to instill consent and empowerment no matter how young. She’ll certainly be sad not to say her hello’s more physically, but it’s been more time than she would have wanted since last she saw her nephew. In these early years where memory is built on repetition instead of sentiment that can mean everything.
As it is, he’s easy to find. Partly by his design, and partly due to Erebos’ loud exclamations of joy which are all the clearer to her avian ears. Winging down across the lake, she dips the tip of one wing into the water to cause it to ripple, and barrel rolls as she gets close to the pair in order to flick water upon them to join in their play. She circles them briefly before landing and shifting, boots making soft sounds in the damp earth around the water’s edge as she approaches.
“Look at you, little man. You’re so big! Can auntie hold you?” Her arms extend in offering to both father and son, always taking the opportunity to instill consent and empowerment no matter how young. She’ll certainly be sad not to say her hello’s more physically, but it’s been more time than she would have wanted since last she saw her nephew. In these early years where memory is built on repetition instead of sentiment that can mean everything.
