Hang hallowed halos

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. She nods to him in response, because there’s really nothing else to say. Who else would have told it to him? Nobody else here had the experience, nobody else here had faced the strife she had and still survived, lived, carried on day after day in a world that chewed you up and spit you back out – different,  wrong. But she mentions the mountains after he does, and her gaze slips up to the boughs above them, lanterns flickering in the wind. The realization that he mentions they’re here somewhere, gives her something to focus on. And she nods quietly, until he gives her a quiet rumbling resolve. They could go home, make it their own. To dwell in the mountain tops where the cold penetrated everything. Made them hardened and strong enough to withstand anything thrown their way. And that’s all she ever wants, she finds. A way to return, to become a creature of mountains and snow – where her iceberg eyes fit in with the rest of them. With the wolf howls that called her home night after night. The Harpy puts it away for later, keeping it in the back of her mind. A goal. Distracted only by the snort Deimos gives her as she responds to him, aiming her importance to the quiet brooding monarch. To this, she snorts back at his quirked brow. “Well, you were my favorite too.” She announces, arms folding across her chest. He was the only one that had seen her, had seen the strength and strife, the resolve, the goals she had. And didn’t punish her for her curiosity. In fact, he had embraced it, her many trips to recruit, to be something. The power she strove for. The power that had nearly gotten her killed. It is what it is. But he ponders her next statement, silently, just like back in the old days. And she finds comfort in his silence, never finding it awkward. Finding it completely and expectedly him. Her head tilts to look at him with a raised brow, and she meets his piercing gaze with her own. Something within her relieves, a weight lifted, questions answered yet not answered, and she grins to him. A wolfish grin, a grin of home. “Me? Never.” but i flicker from time to time.