[ His certainty makes her a little sad, and open as she is with her emotions normally, that’s not something she could likely hide in the shared empathy if she tried. It’s a gentle sadness, a kind tinged with care and warmth, because it’s how she feels with all of the Zenites she’s met, but maybe moreso for someone who she’s only seen and heard given care to others.
It’s not that she doesn’t understand the allure of Zenith and what it offers. It’s really not hard to. But it’s still forsaking something precious, the way she sees it.
Quietly, she holds out her Shard to accept his blood for the ritual. Right away, she feels the familiar warmth of Meridian move through her, since she’s inherently more sensitive to it as someone who’s closer to a spirit than a mortal body. It’s a balm to that dark and cold Zenith that are so antithetical to a god of the sun and wind, so gratefulness comes with that feeling too. Rather than accept the glass, she just brings her hand up towards her mouth to bite sharp, shark-like teeth into her thumb. Just as effective, if a little macabre, but. ]
Can I ask you, then?
[ She starts to ask as she pulls her hand away from her mouth, but the question is clearly only for her curiosity, because she doesn’t hesitate to bring her hand to his Shard too. As she drips her blood into his Shard, she continues to talk. ]
The place you came from… Is it a bad place? Somewhere you don’t want to go back to?
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It’s not that she doesn’t understand the allure of Zenith and what it offers. It’s really not hard to. But it’s still forsaking something precious, the way she sees it.
Quietly, she holds out her Shard to accept his blood for the ritual. Right away, she feels the familiar warmth of Meridian move through her, since she’s inherently more sensitive to it as someone who’s closer to a spirit than a mortal body. It’s a balm to that dark and cold Zenith that are so antithetical to a god of the sun and wind, so gratefulness comes with that feeling too. Rather than accept the glass, she just brings her hand up towards her mouth to bite sharp, shark-like teeth into her thumb. Just as effective, if a little macabre, but. ]
Can I ask you, then?
[ She starts to ask as she pulls her hand away from her mouth, but the question is clearly only for her curiosity, because she doesn’t hesitate to bring her hand to his Shard too. As she drips her blood into his Shard, she continues to talk. ]
The place you came from… Is it a bad place? Somewhere you don’t want to go back to?