The tobiano did not pay any heed to the weight of heavy mismatched eyes on her frame as she spoke of Mauja. Whether or not the white mare had special ties to him, Onni had given him her word that she would see him freed - or at least attempt to negotiate with the Gods. Jealousy was a foreign concept to the pale faced shaman, for romance was as well. What did it mean to be in love? In her heart, she had felt a pulse that many would describe as love, but with the sudden absence of Moth, the pulse had disappeared. The gust of wind through the chambers of her heart had come and gone, and the healer had written it off as the pleasant ache of seeing a friend healed well and set free.

What was love? The healer did not know past family and friendship.
Unlike the lady of white and crimson, she had never been blessed and cursed by the arrow of Cupid.

Her pale eyes, like the pale skies of spring, look at the newly arrived black stallion with fresh tears staining her cheeks, cutting paths through the muck and grime and soot that had found its home in a messy array on her usually pristine, calm face. Her brows were knit with heavy tension, looking at him with hopeful yet distraught eyes. The words of Ophelia are almost entirely missed, but she turns her head in surprise when she hears the unicorn has, as well, met with Mauja. This means that the shaman has not completely lost her mind, and also that the Frostheart is not as alone as he believes. Just this simply, kind gesture brings a calm smile to her lips, one that almost covers the chasm carved through her chest by her disloyalty and anger toward her beloved mother. It almost covers the abandonment of the sun in her time of need.

Onni was just being selfish, after all, and she did not like this ugly side of herself. She straightens her shoulders, wings ruffling as another tear slides past her lids unbidden. She turns a brave face back to the stocky looking brute, a deity the likes I have never seen. At the words which fall from his lips, the shaman's ears perk forward, and she looks at him with a smile. "He is not alone anymore?" her voice like a breath into the air, before looking down at her hooves. "I am so very glad." Loneliness was crippling.

Her heart nearly tears in two at the words of the younger filly, who speaks next. Her eyes widen in shock as she mentions having lost her parents. Onni had been much the same, in her youth. Zodiac had disappeared from the Cliffs not long after her birth, and the tobiano had been separated from her mother during the cataclysm. What she would not have given to be back at the sturdy side of the chocolate bay mare, never being given kind words but just a determined, strong stare from dark blue eyes? There was no price too high, and by the time she had found her way back to Isilme, her mother had vanished. It was only by some fluke of the universe they were allowed to meet once again in the haven of Helovia, after so much had been broken.

Onni's ears flick to hear the offer of the Time God. His words are rough, almost irritated, but there was a gentle message behind it. Still, the shaman is slightly annoyed with his gruff approach to handling the gentle heart of a filly, and her eyes narrow slightly. "Not everything needs the closure of finality," the mare says, her voice light but strong, looking back toward the girl with a gentle face. "The ties of blood run deep, but family can be any who you let into your heart." The shaman smiles peacefully, though her face is dirtied with grime and salty tears. "You may meet your parents again one day, yet in each day there is a chance to meet the family you never considered. Love comes in many forms... you just have to be willing to see it when it crosses your path."

"Wouldn't you rather greet your parents with a smile than a face forlorn?"
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