Right after she’d be promoted, Syrena sought out The Mountain for information on her job and the Falls. That was the last time they had talked together, had a private conversation. Syrena has seen Isopia since then, always in the forefront of whatever was happening in Helovia. Not that she would expect the other mare to have seen her. Syrena hangs back, just close enough to be involved but not close enough to be noticed, generally. Unlike today, where she’s standing by the altar, though that has everything to do with Thea and nothing to do with her. She’d be a mile away if it were up to her.

She didn’t blame Isopia for the loss of the Falls. They had all failed. They hadn’t tried hard enough, and their failure was shared. But in the end, she doesn’t blame any of them, really. But she did blame their Gods, the very horses who were supposed to protect them. They had failed. And this was not the first time they had failed, but maybe it would be the last. Not because she thought they would ever stop failing, but because maybe Kaos could win. Unlikely, but maybe.

Thea wags her tail as Hurbis trills in greeting, making something of a yipping sound, trying to be friendly and not wolf-like. Not that Thea would ever be very good at being wolf-like. The girl was too happy, too eager, too exuberant to ever really fit the deadly forms she took on. Though Syrena hasn’t missed the fact that Thea never seems to pick anything just for its cuteness factor. Sometimes her choices are cute, but they are almost always predators. Maybe she was making up for Syrena’s lack of well…everything.

The ‘Hello Syrena,’ is almost shocking. Somehow she simply didn’t expect that from The Mountain. But it has been some time since they’ve spoken, and everyone changes. Even Syrena, as best she can. “The Mountain That Knows,” she says, her voice deadpan like always, but she offers a nod of her head in greeting, which is a step in the right direction.

Syrena turns her attention back to the altar as Isopia does, keeping her ocean eyes on it, trying to understand. Understand what, she doesn’t know. Just simply understand. To be as certain as Kaida. “Perhaps it says,” she says, gesturing to the strange markings. “But it’s not a language I know. But perhaps it is simply a place for those that want to find him. The Gods can be found in the Veins, so Kaos has his own place. Though it could be many things, and I suspect serves many purposes. It is a symbol of power. It is a threat. It is a promise.”

She doesn’t know what it is. If she did, she wouldn’t be standing here staring at it. Perhaps Isopia had better ideas than she did.