legends never die.

ASHE    Ashe wasn’t sure why she was mildly surprised that Kalt didn’t hang back or leave her side or release her hand when she had stepped forward. She supposed she had let herself grow too used to trying to handle everything on her own. Too used to being left alone to handle things even when she did want a certain person there. She had trusted, but mistrusted just enough to still shoulder every burden like it was hers and hers alone. It was still an instinct she had to work through, a knee-jerk response to hardship that she needed to break down and relearn, because she was wrong. She knew it was not weakness to have people she could rely on and have faith in, but a strength.    Of course with that in mind, it still came as a shock when starlight cascaded around them, leaving her with the impression of the two of them lingering in the stars themselves. The wolf girl’s eyes pulled away from Kalt and found Safrin , her heart lurching at the sight of her cloaked in cosmos and looking… worried. Ashe swallowed and tightened her hold on Kalt’s hand, taking a slow breath. ”I wasn’t sure you would come,” she admit, answering the goddess’s unease with a smile she hoped was confident.    Would they come? She knew she would wait until they did, or keep coming back until she was face to face with Mort, or she would go and find him herself. ”Patience...“ she muttered in echo of Kalt, turning her eyes from the goddess and up to the stars - to Ronin. And.. she waited. Break through the barricade you gotta keep on fighting, facing giants, unafraid born to move these mountains out of your way.