I will never let you fall

ERIADNE

Eriadne has never feared the Pit. As long as she has been alive the Pit has been a necessary mar in their village to protect those who are unable to protect themselves. Even protecting Fae from themselves in extreme cases. The Blight certainly qualified to that extent, even if she was the one affected by it. Perhaps even, especially if she's the one affected by it. Wielding a sword in a Blighted state was only asking for trouble and heartache in the aftermath. If there was even an aftermath to consider.

A deep breath to clear her mind as she squeezes Neph's hand as they stare down into the darkness. She couldn't think like that. Her sister had never given up on anything, it wasn't possible that she would fail to do so now. Wiping the last of black reside from her face as she steps towards the edge, feeling the hum in the air as Nephele's wings disturb the calmness that was such a stark contrast to the turmoil that had made a home in her heart. Nobody wanted to put themselves into a state of exile willingly but if it meant protecting her sister then she'd go to the ends of the world.

Effectively that was the Pit as far as she was concerned right now.

"I know you will be. So let us not delay any longer." Eriadne had never been one to wax poetic when it came down to it, stepping off of the edge towards the darkness without hesitation. She knew her sister would slow her fall with her own wings beating uselessly against the black sludge that contained them still. The sooner she reached the bottom then the sooner a rose could be planted and there would be hope once again for those like her.