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He looks away, and she begins to question. Nyx herself hadn't thought too much about the whys and wherefores of the new lands and the God fights that accompanied them. In her shallow opinion, it was just a chance to get her horn bloody, and to have a little bit of murderous fun in the process. She didn't contemplate the ethics of why the Gods were taking from other Gods, why they needed more land in an already massive Helovia. Perhaps she just isn't developed enough to comprehend the deeper meanings of these things, or perhaps she's just too shallow to give a damn. Either way, save for the unpleasant wounds given by the flailing beasts - she's starkly reminded of being temporarily blinded by burning blood in her eyes - she hadn't really dwelled on the fights since their conclusion.
But then again, she hadn't known anyone who died. She could file away the battles under 'yay fun', whereas others...others lost loved ones, had their lives changed forever. He shuts his eyes, and the silver feels her muzzle spasm, wanting to reach out to touch him, comfort him. The spasm is her stopping it from doing so, twisting it firmly against her chest. She has limits. It isn't her place to touch him, even to offer comfort, and she guesses he would only reject it anyway. No man wants to be offered solace, in her experience - it insults their manly manlyness. Do it again. Well, she wasn't expecting that. Whatever sorrow he's feeling, whatever unquestionable agony inside his soul, perhaps he thinks it can be cured with pain. Nyx is guilty of doing that, of forcing aside 'hard' emotions like sorrow and replacing them with 'easier ones, like pain. Is her ice king doing the same? "If you're sure." She hesitates, gives a second for him to change his mind and move away if he wants to, then she erects a sizzling barrier across her body again and feels the telltale waver on her strength. She moves towards him, aims to touch her electrified side against his own for a fraction of a second, long enough to feel the sparks spring from her body to his - then she moves back, withdrawing her magic, withdrawing her pain-giving. She stands, slightly awkward, looking at him as a foal would look at their father when they're not quite sure they've done the right thing. |
@Mauja
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
