[She had been so sure that she would not leave their shared Communion without Set's blood on her hands, and instead... she leaves it one another's. He vexes her so. She hates what he did still. And yet somehow... she had been told she was a friend. Told somewhere in their minds, where they cannot truly lie to one another, and she could not accuse him of deceit.
And so something has changed.
When the call comes, she hears it with the same ear she had once let him slice from her skull to offer the dryad. She turns to it... and much as if she was on a hunt, her sharp senses seem to spot a bird wheeling in the sky, marking where she ought to go...
Where she goes, turning her hooves onto the path through the roots towards the beacon she has been called to. But along the way... Why is it a mountain? "Why should it not be a mountain?", she thinks to ask, or perhaps a "What does it matter if it is a mountain"-]
I do not know.
[Yet, that is not entirely true. A beat later,]
They feel more free. The mountains.
[Not like the stable she'd been bred and raised in. That village in the mountain forests, that place where she had begun to form the barest hint of a thought that she might could have a different future... But that village was doomed because of her. She cannot imagine it green and warm anymore. In her mind, everything has grown so cold and treacherous. Only the deep caves were capable of sustaining light and fire now.]
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And so something has changed.
When the call comes, she hears it with the same ear she had once let him slice from her skull to offer the dryad. She turns to it... and much as if she was on a hunt, her sharp senses seem to spot a bird wheeling in the sky, marking where she ought to go...
Where she goes, turning her hooves onto the path through the roots towards the beacon she has been called to. But along the way... Why is it a mountain? "Why should it not be a mountain?", she thinks to ask, or perhaps a "What does it matter if it is a mountain"-]
I do not know.
[Yet, that is not entirely true. A beat later,]
They feel more free. The mountains.
[Not like the stable she'd been bred and raised in. That village in the mountain forests, that place where she had begun to form the barest hint of a thought that she might could have a different future... But that village was doomed because of her. She cannot imagine it green and warm anymore. In her mind, everything has grown so cold and treacherous. Only the deep caves were capable of sustaining light and fire now.]