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05-26-2017, 05:51 PM
i want to be wild, beautiful and free
She would not agree that all is how it was meant to be. Syrena was meant to live a very different life than the one she leads now. She was meant to be a siren, to be immortal (or nearly), meant to one day find rest in the crashing waves with her sisters. She was meant to wander from land to land, not to stay in one place. Ah, but here she was, still in Helovia after too many years. Of course, she had tried leaving, had tried to crossing back through that magical barrier, but it didn’t work in reverse. Once her powers were stripped from her, there was no getting them back. Not from the Gods of Helovia, at any rate.
Dragomir, at least, seems happy enough with his new life and new home. At least, he seems happy enough today, and she decides to connect all these things into one, as if that train of logic could actually work. He makes introductions unnecessary, for which she is always grateful. There’s something comforting about being back in the Falls with him nearby, and part of her simply wants to talk of metal now. It was an easy topic, and one she was beginning to learn more about. “Dragomir,” she says with a nod. “Well enough. I started crafting metal in the Throat.” It seems like such a random bit of information, but she feels like he of all horses might appreciate that she chose that path.
Part of her missed her role as Storyteller, but she was still loath to serve a new God. One she did not know and had no reason to trust. She’d never seen the Sun God in her time in the Throat, and she has never served the Sun. Her master in the sea, and though Kaos was no longer Kisamoa, he was the closest thing she had to a true sea god, even if he wasn’t. Her attention turns back to the golden Pegasus – Yael, apparently – adding, “What brings you to the Falls?” The Falls, as if it was still truly a place. Now though, the tone of her question is different than it once would have been. Once, she would have been all business, asking a stranger what they wanted with her herd. Now, it is merely curiosity that drives the question, uncertain why anyone would come here really, with all the history it held. There was something charged in the air now, or perhaps, it was simply something only she felt.
Dragomir, at least, seems happy enough with his new life and new home. At least, he seems happy enough today, and she decides to connect all these things into one, as if that train of logic could actually work. He makes introductions unnecessary, for which she is always grateful. There’s something comforting about being back in the Falls with him nearby, and part of her simply wants to talk of metal now. It was an easy topic, and one she was beginning to learn more about. “Dragomir,” she says with a nod. “Well enough. I started crafting metal in the Throat.” It seems like such a random bit of information, but she feels like he of all horses might appreciate that she chose that path.
Part of her missed her role as Storyteller, but she was still loath to serve a new God. One she did not know and had no reason to trust. She’d never seen the Sun God in her time in the Throat, and she has never served the Sun. Her master in the sea, and though Kaos was no longer Kisamoa, he was the closest thing she had to a true sea god, even if he wasn’t. Her attention turns back to the golden Pegasus – Yael, apparently – adding, “What brings you to the Falls?” The Falls, as if it was still truly a place. Now though, the tone of her question is different than it once would have been. Once, she would have been all business, asking a stranger what they wanted with her herd. Now, it is merely curiosity that drives the question, uncertain why anyone would come here really, with all the history it held. There was something charged in the air now, or perhaps, it was simply something only she felt.
syrena
just like the sea
@Dragomir
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