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No longer does Cancer hold her breath, whatever fear she had possessed has whirled with a hiss and a snarl into the void surrounding; for the strawberry girl has realized in a blinking of deep-red lashes that either the two forms in front of her are the demons she so fears or angels scaring off whatever was left of her devils. It is clear in the spinning of her thoughts that here she will die or thrive, and it is clear as well she has either nothing to fear or everything, and that, also, is up to her.
She locks her limbs in place, gazing serenely at the two women ahead of her, even if her eyes can’t help but flicker once every so often to the wide, spiraling horns. Breath streams from her nares in long, lilting curls, a soft whisper of grayish smoke that emerges from her in a hotly twisting thread; at the sight of flickering shadows and sunlight dappling across her company’s skin, the girl relaxes ever so slightly, deep red curls swishing behind her but her gaze calm and open. Her chest is brittle with anxiety but the visibility has faded; Cancer’s eyes are curious and wondering, but no longer does she reek of fear and nervousness and dirt. Take a deep breath, your lungs fill with rain.
i may bestow knowledge upon you, then, my little rose. you have come across the land of helovia, a tangled vine of the magical and the mundane. the threshold of this land is where you stand now, a place where all newcomers come as a creek from a lake. outside of this place, strike four main kingdoms. The strawberry girl tilts her head curiously at Circuta, rolling her shoulders back into a tight triangle as her teeth settle on her lip and ears prick forward in interest. Helovia. A long, slow breath whistles through her teeth as she rolls the word across her tongue and lets her company’s lecture settle in - seep through her skin, her muscle, her bones.a home, nourishment, protection.. family, little rose. a family. The word sets her teeth on edge, curls the edges of her dark lips into an invisible snarl - a snarl only to her, it is shown as a smile. Home, she hates the word, she loathes it with an unmanageable passion but she contains it just this once, and her snarl, to them, is a smile. Peaceful, undisturbed.
She says nothing; where is her need for words when all is said and done? She listens with silent intensity as Artemis does exactly as Circuta predicted, gaze shifting languorously to the ground beneath her feet, up again to squint into the sunlight shards. Our leader Apollo is a kind soul, known as the Merciful. He is my brother in spirit, and we welcome all to join into our family as brothers and sisters both. Nostrils flare ever so slightly as Cancer breathes deep once more, tail swishing thoughtfully behind her in a stream of windswept curls. "and i am supposed to decide?" A pregnant pause, eyes narrowing. who are you?
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