Silence dwelled in the creases of his face, and Onni knew that her words would make no sense to him. The gods were not easily described nor explained, much less in a strange language. Unfortunately, even his teacher was lacking in ability to tell beautiful stories. Her tongue was not that of a word-crafter, never had been. That modesty which reigned in her personality also found itself in her voice; perhaps, this is one thing that Onni would never share with her mother.
Glancing at the stallion with curious eyes, it is obvious that the issue upon his mind is not cleared. Though she is a deep follower of the Sun, Onni did not have a recommendation on where to find peace. Even the Veins of the Gods, meant for prayer of closeness, had been disruptive and emotional on her last visit. Were he a follower of the same light and fire, the mare might, despite her better judgment, bring him back to the Throat to pray in front of the brilliant white flames. That option, however, would likely be met with an angry mother and her poor new friend getting kicked in the ass.
Helovia had no areas of sanctuary and silence that she had found, even in the crushing darkness. There is no escaping hatred and violence in this world, but the best you can do is not to succomb to the same evils of the heart. Strength, whatever that means, comes from your resistence to these forces. Unfortunately, Carnesir did not appear particularly hardened to this world yet, and the Illuminant could do nothing for him.
When a voice finally cracks from the statue of her friend, the tobiano glances at him with wide blue eyes. He was... leaving? She thinks, wanting to urge him to stay. Instead, the mare just nods dumbly, not wanting to deny him a kindness she could easily give. The first day of Tallsun would be the arrival of the Sun God's beloved season; of course, she would greet him at the Veins on that day. Likely, whether or not he showed, the painted girl would be there.
In her heart, Onni prays her new friend will arrive safely to meet her.
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[P] Drowning on the porcelain shores of the frozen ocean
