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02-25-2015, 03:24 PM
Time. It is perhaps the most abundant of all the elements they are faced with in this land, but it is also the most limited, for all one can do with it is lose it. She craves his touch, his words - everything about him, everything about them. As they land in the Heavenly Fields, she watches him, no longer particularly caring if he catches her looking. She loves him - wholly, unconditionally, without question - regardless of their histories, of his mistakes and hers, of his actions while under the influence of the Moon Goddess. All of it was in their past, a part of their history, never to be repeated. She can and will have her vengeance for her daughter's death, but it will not be today, nor will it be on his head. "Astraeus," she murmurs, nodding to Mara. The wakiya chirps softly and takes off from his perch on her back, following the snake into the woods. The dove takes a moment to bind the name of Gaucho's companion to her memory - she does not think he has ever spoken the Black Mamba's name before. In any case, her lightning-bird enters the woods, hoping to find some manner of winger creature to chase into one of the traps set up in the Fields. "Talk talk talk." @[Gaucho] [OOC | Again, wanting to wrap this up!] |
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