you were born a leader - no throne or crown needed
"Even if they cannot be restored, Vi's creations are persistent. It may scar, but everything heals eventually." Her smile is small but sincere, aiming for comforting. It feels like both the right and wrong thing to do. What has Stormbreak lost in all of this? (Cian, in time, but she has no inkling of that) The Fae have lost so much more. It's why Anju is happy to do this small thing for Juniper. What is one lock of hair compared to years of suffering at the hands of the Ascended? Anju is happy to sacrifice the uniformity of her hairstyle to balance the scales even the smallest bit with all the Fae have been forced to sacrifice.
The woman's well-wishes encourage the continuance of her smile. Not all of the Fae are as pleased with her presence, nor as kind, but Anju has never been bothered by that. Like water off a duck's back. It doesn't mean Juniper's warmth isn't appreciated. Anju rises, nudging Riya in the belly gently with her toe to rouse the sleepy dragon, who yawns and stretches her wings leisurely. "Thank you for your time, Guardian. I will not take much more of it."
But as she readjusts her sword, Anju takes a moment to place a hesitant hand on Juniper's shoulder, sisterly. "I cannot force my own beliefs on you, but perhaps the advice you need for yourself is closer to home than you think." The Mathair, perhaps? A deity that holds more heart and closeness to the Fae. Dipping her head respectfully, Anju holds the door for Riya first, and heads out into the Greatwood to her next goal.
- FIN
The woman's well-wishes encourage the continuance of her smile. Not all of the Fae are as pleased with her presence, nor as kind, but Anju has never been bothered by that. Like water off a duck's back. It doesn't mean Juniper's warmth isn't appreciated. Anju rises, nudging Riya in the belly gently with her toe to rouse the sleepy dragon, who yawns and stretches her wings leisurely. "Thank you for your time, Guardian. I will not take much more of it."
But as she readjusts her sword, Anju takes a moment to place a hesitant hand on Juniper's shoulder, sisterly. "I cannot force my own beliefs on you, but perhaps the advice you need for yourself is closer to home than you think." The Mathair, perhaps? A deity that holds more heart and closeness to the Fae. Dipping her head respectfully, Anju holds the door for Riya first, and heads out into the Greatwood to her next goal.
- FIN
