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05-11-2017, 01:29 PM
EVEcuriosity killed the cat
Astarot remained silent, so Eve kept her focus on Weaver, although she wasn’t entirely sure how to take her answer. She sounded completely genuine, especially if the smile on her face was to be believed, and Eve wasn’t a particularly suspicious girl anyways. Good, if eclectic - that was easy enough to understand, though she, admittedly, didn’t have a good enough grasp on what either word really meant, outside of a fuzzy concept and definition. Caring about a place, on the other hand...well. The Wildwood didn’t need anyone to care about it, and it was difficult to be at home amid a horde of primordial beings anyways. Her mother had sometimes said that the lands she’d come from - the ones that Eve had never been able to see - had only ever been her homelands because of her family and friends. It was probably something like that. She almost said that they sounded nice, but that didn’t seem like the right word. Eve settled for ”They certainly sound like something,” instead, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips.
Weaver went on to mention that she’d probably run into a Helovian god at some point or another - a bit of a change in pace from the Wildwood, where you couldn’t walk ten feet without tripping over two old gods and a wildling or three, but she’d left to escape divinity, not go running back to it. Her comment about the mortal emotions of the gods made some small, ugly part of her twitch. They were like her father’s gods, then. There was probably nothing wrong with that, because she knew how much her mother had come to hate him as time dragged on, and hateful individuals could rarely tell the truth of things, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that it was wrong, unfair, biased. She shook it off, reminding herself that she hadn’t left home to contemplate the nature of divinity.
Weaver extended an invitation to visit the Basin, and Eve broke into a broad, giddy grin. ”Yes, please,” She answered as soon as the offer left the other mare’s mouth, voice practically quivering. There was a whole world waiting for her, or whatever the expression was, and Eve could hardly wait to experience it.
Weaver went on to mention that she’d probably run into a Helovian god at some point or another - a bit of a change in pace from the Wildwood, where you couldn’t walk ten feet without tripping over two old gods and a wildling or three, but she’d left to escape divinity, not go running back to it. Her comment about the mortal emotions of the gods made some small, ugly part of her twitch. They were like her father’s gods, then. There was probably nothing wrong with that, because she knew how much her mother had come to hate him as time dragged on, and hateful individuals could rarely tell the truth of things, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that it was wrong, unfair, biased. She shook it off, reminding herself that she hadn’t left home to contemplate the nature of divinity.
Weaver extended an invitation to visit the Basin, and Eve broke into a broad, giddy grin. ”Yes, please,” She answered as soon as the offer left the other mare’s mouth, voice practically quivering. There was a whole world waiting for her, or whatever the expression was, and Eve could hardly wait to experience it.
but satisfaction brought it back
@Weaver <3
-Please tag Eve! - No permission is required to do anything to Eve short of permanently maiming/killing her
