Aurelia
She'd heard it all before. But it had taken this long for that empathy to truly be able to sink in past the ash, through the echo of lightning in her ears, over time which brought healing and reflection. And to her I've become another person, another force, that took something dear away. I never wanted.. to be that... her voice is grave and, within the bond, many of her own emotions are held back. Not for secrecy, but because she didn't wish to put that weight upon anyone else. Not anymore. I will try to make amends. I can't undo her past, but maybe if Atlas were to be brought back... then maybe... It's an idea forming as she speaks, perhaps one that the Gods would be let seen to fruition.
That Deimos would be constructing the guild from the Slagveld made her laugh. It bubbles up across the bond and she paces away for a moment, facing the treeline once again. It takes her a moment, the humor and mirth fading as she turns back to him. For all the times that I thought I understood Maeve, she never fails to surprise me, she barks out. 'Confuse' would probably be a more accurate term. It looks like we're all finding our own ways to fix what we destroyed. I won't get in your way, if that's what you're worried about. It made sense now, that look he had given her when he'd first brought it up.
Hak Etme is a place she had only seen the once, and much of that time had been under mental duress. It takes her a contemplative moment to remember what she could of it, taking a seat on the stone surface once more. It's hot, she says, eyeing him with humor that glints along the Attuned fabrications. More seriously, she tilts her head, it's vast and.. empty. A lot of hostile wildlife, though, when you do find anything. Landsharks and weird birds, among other terrifying things I'm sure.
Will you ever try to return to Halo? It's something that she's been itching to ask, though she's not sure how possible it will be for him. But he had made amends with Torchline. Granted, Queen Maeve is much different than Warden Morgan. Even from what little Aurelia had communicated with the Halovian, she seemed... stubborn and set in her ways, where Maeve was usually the opposite.
That Deimos would be constructing the guild from the Slagveld made her laugh. It bubbles up across the bond and she paces away for a moment, facing the treeline once again. It takes her a moment, the humor and mirth fading as she turns back to him. For all the times that I thought I understood Maeve, she never fails to surprise me, she barks out. 'Confuse' would probably be a more accurate term. It looks like we're all finding our own ways to fix what we destroyed. I won't get in your way, if that's what you're worried about. It made sense now, that look he had given her when he'd first brought it up.
Hak Etme is a place she had only seen the once, and much of that time had been under mental duress. It takes her a contemplative moment to remember what she could of it, taking a seat on the stone surface once more. It's hot, she says, eyeing him with humor that glints along the Attuned fabrications. More seriously, she tilts her head, it's vast and.. empty. A lot of hostile wildlife, though, when you do find anything. Landsharks and weird birds, among other terrifying things I'm sure.
Will you ever try to return to Halo? It's something that she's been itching to ask, though she's not sure how possible it will be for him. But he had made amends with Torchline. Granted, Queen Maeve is much different than Warden Morgan. Even from what little Aurelia had communicated with the Halovian, she seemed... stubborn and set in her ways, where Maeve was usually the opposite.
keep your face always toward the sunshine
and shadows will fall behind you
and shadows will fall behind you
