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Confusion filled his expression at her withdrawal, and she is sorry if it has hurt him. She bears him no ill will, only the altruistic love that she gives to all she encounters. Yet she knows gods can be territorial, striking down any who do not please them, and to bring that anger upon Thor would be more than the dove could bear. Still, she feels her actions to be cruel when he speaks, sounding so lost that she instinctively returns to him, reaching out in reassurance. “No, there is no need to depart. It’s just… your gods may not be happy with me.”
A memory is pushing at her, and reluctantly she allows it access to her consciousness. Daylight shines down through the green trees, dappling her coat with shade and sun. A figure in black is striding through the forest ahead of her, and her heart constricts at the sight of him alive and well, even if this is only a recollection of past events. He is speaking, more from habit than any intent to connect with the shining mare behind him, and as always she had listened with rapt attention to his foreign tales. “There’s more out there than this. Other lands, other gods. Take the Norse pantheon for example. Great lot they are, even if they do have some weird ideas. Say the end of the world’s gonna come after three years of cold. Anyway, there’s a whole bunch of ‘em. Odin, he’s the leader of that lot. Loki, he’s a great bloke, always ready to shake up the order of things. Thor, Freya, Baldur, Idunn, you’d probably like her. Point is that our creator ain’t the only one, he just wants ya to think that.” The lesson had continued, but Adura was shaking the moment away, having something much more pressing to think of in the present.
She looks at the pegasus with new interest, this creature with the same name as a god who resides in a land of multiple deities. Is it possible that he is the thunder lord, not just given the same identity? What could he possibly want with a lowly beast such as her? And what could bring that haunted look to his eyes? “…the end of the world’s gonna come after three years of cold.” It certainly is cold now, and he himself had called this the World’s Edge. Could it be that his world was dying? It would be a cause for such a forlorn expression, and she suddenly feels petty for mourning the loss of one angel while he awaits the loss of everything.
“I am sorry.” It seems so inadequate, but she cannot think of what else to say. What words could she offer to this desolate god? Nothing would stop the end –Ragnarok if she is remembering correctly– nothing she can do will stop the violent war that will destroy all but two humans. She can stay with him though, for her presence seems to calm his inner turmoil slightly, and it is all she has to offer this monarch who has taken her under his protection.
His small black wings draw her gaze, and she has to wonder if he too has lost the favor of his superiors, another heavenborn fallen to earth for some displeasing act. She does not know why she is drawn to the dark beings, those deemed unworthy to continue their lives in the clouds, but it would seem that she is. He had said there was a plan for all creatures, was this the path she was to follow? Accompanying the forsaken as they roamed a realm full of suffering did not seem such a bad task, not if she possessed the ability to give them a bit of peace. Softly as the snow that falls around them, her muzzle touches his neck, hoping she is not being too bold. “It must be so difficult, walking this earth alone.”
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Walking the walk
Talking the talk
Thinking my thoughts
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