doing fine enough to know that everyone's a little broken
She doesn't know him too well, but she resonates with his take on loss and the way he freely offers it. Gods, what an idea, talking about how much it sucks instead of just holing up in your dusty house and setting everything on fire, even your insides. Though, there's something to be said about how pretty a flame can be, how clean it can leave things. Maybe a little darker, a little more brittle, but changed in a way that feels like you could call it healing.
"I think the losing is the training," she admits with a sigh, leaning up off the horse's neck as the weight of loss sits a little too heavy in her. Maybe not the same kind as him, but the kind that rips the ground away all the same, and falling on your ass never feels good no matter how many times you've done it. "Something to harden you up, or wake you up." Both, for her. "If we never lost... we'd be too soft to survive the world." It's not a kind sort of life, for anyone or anything. It's survival, no other way about it. "Maybe the world needs changing, but that'd be no easy feat, so a lot easier to change a person." Which is saying something, since people don't like to change either.
She offers him a knowing smile and a nod as his gratitude drifts over. "It takes all of us," she agrees, "but I admit the gods have a way of simplifying some things. Frey's always helped me when shit gets hard, when it feels too big for my hands alone."
"I think the losing is the training," she admits with a sigh, leaning up off the horse's neck as the weight of loss sits a little too heavy in her. Maybe not the same kind as him, but the kind that rips the ground away all the same, and falling on your ass never feels good no matter how many times you've done it. "Something to harden you up, or wake you up." Both, for her. "If we never lost... we'd be too soft to survive the world." It's not a kind sort of life, for anyone or anything. It's survival, no other way about it. "Maybe the world needs changing, but that'd be no easy feat, so a lot easier to change a person." Which is saying something, since people don't like to change either.
She offers him a knowing smile and a nod as his gratitude drifts over. "It takes all of us," she agrees, "but I admit the gods have a way of simplifying some things. Frey's always helped me when shit gets hard, when it feels too big for my hands alone."
For the first time in a long time, I'm doing fine
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Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
