[seasonal event] arise from the dust

if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again

whether in this life or the next

“She has her ways. But we have ours.” And she wonders if truer words have been spoken in the expanse since LongNight. That regardless of what foes, what terrible people they met and crossed when it came to Caido, that they’d always manage a way to land on top. Her head tilts upwards, watching the sky further, icy gaze narrowing on the clouds as though she can imagine the aurora behind them, waiting for the world to get dark enough to show a small amount of their beautiful lights.

She knows nothing of Illynx, however, and contemplates asking about it – but it falters when she teases him, a taunt. Of course that festival would mean something to him, and to her? She had spent it with a flower crown on her head, eating, watching the Shield and Sword align to take on the world, to take on Caido and gods and things beyond it. A light smile curls the corner of her lip up as she shrugs. “More?” More flowers? For her? She snorts and shakes her head, turning to look at him. “I hope they have thorns. Lots of them. So I can headbutt you and stab you with them.” A toothy grin is sent his way with the incapable of keeping threat.

you are, and always shall be, his

KIADA