legends never die.

ASHE    Her eyes fell from the sky and down to Safrin - as dazzling as the sight above. It was… almost motherly, the way the goddess moved aside an errant lock of raven hair. ”The barrier falling, for one,” she said wryly, but the attempt at humor did little assuage her nerves. Especially when the goddess turned her head, when she said he is coming. Her eyes went round, her hand gripped Kalt’s tighter, and..    A young man appeared. And his face as he greeted Safrin so warmly.. it jarred her far more than it should have, deeply familiar in a way that left her feeling disoriented. Disoriented and disarmed. Her mouth went dry when he greeted Kalt, and then he turned his dark and fathomless eyes upon her, greeted her gently.    Ashetta looked into the eyes of Death, and she found warmth.    ”You … You answered.” A smile flickered, at herself or that Mort had come when she asked wasn't clear. Ashe had known death intimately for a long, long time. Even in a land without gods or religion, Death had been the singular entity she could always count on coming when she called. Death had kept her alive and her over-service to it had twisted her irrevocably. She often wondered if her metaphorical patron would abhor her for what she was, or if she hated herself enough to cover it. Face to face with Mort himself…    The wolf-girl tightened her other hand over the bracers, holding the god’s gaze steadily. ”There is a soul,” - she turned her eyes upwards for a moment before looking back to Mort - ”And he had so much more life to live. He must come back.” Her voice was far stronger than she expected it to be. Calm and even. ”What do I need to do to bring him home?” Break through the barricade you gotta keep on fighting, facing giants, unafraid born to move these mountains out of your way.