They walked, as if they were nothing more than mortals.
It was not that the pair did not know the way to the forest; it was not that they could not just flash there by themselves. There was some sort of need to follow respectfully behind the unicorn who led the way to his homeland, to her land. The Moon Goddess looked forward with silver eyes, past the white body of her crowned King, past the expanse of Helovia, and directly toward the scarred and torched forest. Her homeland, which had been scorched by her brother.
The cruel, angry wound which was the unspoken remind of this war between the deities. An unwanted war, if you asked the lavender femme or her earthy brother, but it was still a war waged by the Sun. All the pair could do now was pick up the pieces he left. In the season when both the Moon and the Earth were weakened, they could only offer a small defense and a clean up crew. It was shameful for them to be so powerless.
The God of the Earth knew that it was no fault of theirs. Unlike his quiet sister, he did not feel the pang of shame that tugged on her mind. He knew that the only one at fault was their golden brother, lashing out at others to hide his own pain with anger. It was childish, but he knew it was very expected from him. They should have known that the invasion would cause an upset, but they were not expecting him to take this so hard. It saddened the brother, how the God of the Sun only pushed the mortals farther away.
For all of the warmth of the sun, he had no idea how to share it except in raging flames.
Silver hooves begin to drag as the blackened figures of trees come into site. Green eyes pull downward toward her lithe form, an encouraging and understanding look worn in them. Without saying a word, the Moon's brother reaches out a gentle wing to urge her forward still, a strange embrace between the Gods. "I will heal them, sister," he says quietly to her. "You need not feel such pain."
A wisp of silver hair bounces from her forehead as she nods, but her eyes are locked on the skeletons of trees. There was nothing but pain to be felt at this display of hatred for her, for her children, for her home. It was vile and disgusting. How could she not be upset? Still, she could not let her idiot brother know this. He would not see her fall. "I will see to the springs," she says, making her way through the burned portion of the forest and escaping into the trees.
The Earth God himself stands in the center of the burned forest, hooves sinking into the thick layer of ash. Closing his green eyes, he begins to sink farther, hooves sinking like roots into the ground. Mist begins to gather around his legs, a strange green glow. It seeps through the ground, wrapping around trees, which shed their black covers. Then, they begin to grow. The nourishment of the ashes is absorbed, leaving the ground a plan soil, branches covering the land once more in shadow. They were not as full as they had been, but it was a start.
Moss and mushrooms plum on the bases of the better faring trees, as they once had been. Springs, eminating from the unaffected portion of the forest, begin to roll back through the scarred area. Recovery would be slow, but you have to begin somewhere.
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Healing the Scars. [Mauja, open]
