"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold
And my heart would forget it's made of glass"

The whole matter with the challenge and subsequent revelations from both Volterra and Ophelia was rattling, overwhelming to say the least. Erthë had never lived close to this many people before, had never been witness to challenges or arguments on this scale. Her small, loosely connected family had always gotten along without having to raise their voices, and after getting dragged into the conflict between gods her views on disagreements had become distorted, to say the least. To think, that the matter had been settled without injury! It filled her heart with such sweet relief, an airy floating sensation that almost rivaled the sensation of chewing poppy leaves.

As the matter appeared to have been resolved, the filly had already turned to make her way back home to the Edge when she became aware of someone approaching her. Turning the finely chiseled head, she was startled to find herself the target of the white-and-crimson lady. It was with some apprehension she paused, allowing the mare to catch up. Not a difficult thing to do, as Erthë was slow to say the least; the effects of the self-medicated drugs had begun to wear off, turning her gait from a slow but fairly even walk into a sore and painful limp.

What on earth might this sharp-tongued, stern lady want with her? It was rather ominous to be hailed by someone who had just chewed out another girl in front of plenty of witnesses. Had Erthë done something wrong? Was she not supposed to be there, watching horses much older than herself settle their disputes? Trying her best to keep her head high and the knees from quivering, the filly gazed warily at the unicorn, seeing none of the tiredness or troubles that plagued her wizened mind; only the elegance of her stride, the air of confidence and the shimmering purity of a body wiped clean from crimson rage.

Upon speaking however, the voice was not cutting and sharp like earlier, but warm, soft - almost kind. The swan-winged filly pricked the ears hesitantly, a shy smile touching her lips at the offer. The sense of relief intensified, and yet she couldn't help but feel uncertain, much less confident than she'd ever been on the battlefield.

"R-really? Can I... But.. would they... really do that for me?"

The thought of getting her leg back to normal was dizzying, hope and longing tearing at her along with a strong dose of doubt. She hadn't done anything to earn that, had she? Erthë had seen the gods, had seen their might and power and generosity, but she had also seen them allow good, strong people die (oh mother, how I miss you!). The lady offered her a shoulder and Erthë leaned into her, hesitant at first - her skin was so cold, and she didn't even know this fierce woman, this ascended by the Sun's favor - yet even more reluctant to disobey.

Still. To get the leg back.. and maybe she would even be able to see the Lady Moon again? Her stomach gave an almighty lurch at the thought, hope and fear mingling and raising her spirits for a exalted, heart-stopping second...

Only to be doused by the mention of the Sun Lord.

Oh. Him. The handsome, arrogant lord that had promised peace yet still allowed her mother to die. Another feeling, darker and much less enthusiastic squirmed through her veins now, but Erthë mentioned none of this aloud, just nodded quietly - it would probably be very unwise to decline, and such a generous offer too!

"I'm Erthë, daughter of Vadim... and Shadow" she replied, soft spoken and with the pale eyes lowered towards the ground. "Where do the gods live?"

She began to walk, allowing the mare to lead the way to wherever; regardless of where they were going, Erthë had a feeling it would end up a long and painful journey on her part.

Especially as she hadn't brought her stash of drugs to numb the pain.

"And all the pretty tulips would disappear
And never disturb me again"