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i want to be wild, beautiful and free
Syrena knows what Isopia means when she says that she has seen what Kaos can do. Syrena had been there too that day, standing on the sidelines with no plan to fight, and no reason to do so. She wasn’t sure that Kaos was the enemy here. Just because they were used to the status quo as it had been laid out for them did not make that the right way of things. Kaos was powerful when he should not be. The magical barrier should have taken his powers from him, but perhaps coming through the Rift didn’t strip him of magic as the Threshold did.
The siren offers Isopia a nod when the mare glances her way, agreeing she had been there for the monster as well. Wessex talks of a bear that came back, and she simply says, “He has done that on a larger scale as well,” thinking of the size of the monster, of all the bones they had collected. He had lied, but she surprised really. Dismayed and disappointed that he isn’t of the sea as he had pretended, but still, not necessarily upset at the lie for any other reason. He still didn’t seem to be much different than their Gods.
Both mares confirm that they too feel better, like they had slept and eaten, like they were stronger and better than they had been a moment before. Wessex asks if they share something in common, and Syrena almost laughs at the question. If she were the type to laugh, certainly she would have. Looking at them, it’s hard not to notice how dissimilar they are all on the outside, a Mountain, a siren, and a dinosaur. Syrena doubted the outside mattered much.
“Perhaps because we are not overtly against him, but more undecided?” She gives the last word enough inflection to be a question, not entirely sure if that’s true of her companions, but having gotten the sense it might be. “It could be his way of reaching out.” A bear for a patrol that likely stood against Kaos, as most of the horses in Helovia seemed to. Rejuvenation and life for those that might be swayed to his side.
The siren offers Isopia a nod when the mare glances her way, agreeing she had been there for the monster as well. Wessex talks of a bear that came back, and she simply says, “He has done that on a larger scale as well,” thinking of the size of the monster, of all the bones they had collected. He had lied, but she surprised really. Dismayed and disappointed that he isn’t of the sea as he had pretended, but still, not necessarily upset at the lie for any other reason. He still didn’t seem to be much different than their Gods.
Both mares confirm that they too feel better, like they had slept and eaten, like they were stronger and better than they had been a moment before. Wessex asks if they share something in common, and Syrena almost laughs at the question. If she were the type to laugh, certainly she would have. Looking at them, it’s hard not to notice how dissimilar they are all on the outside, a Mountain, a siren, and a dinosaur. Syrena doubted the outside mattered much.
“Perhaps because we are not overtly against him, but more undecided?” She gives the last word enough inflection to be a question, not entirely sure if that’s true of her companions, but having gotten the sense it might be. “It could be his way of reaching out.” A bear for a patrol that likely stood against Kaos, as most of the horses in Helovia seemed to. Rejuvenation and life for those that might be swayed to his side.
syrena
just like the sea
@Isopia
late Syrena is also late
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