The stallion is a curious mixture of dark sorrows and brilliant joys. She wonders if that is why his pelt is such a monochromatic reflection, expressing his internal turmoils of grief and happiness as easily as his lips curving up or down are wont to do. It makes her heart ache to know he is so troubled, as it does for anyone that suffers needlessly, yet she knows that oftentimes it is our greatest suffering that enables us to experience our greatest bliss. Such is the balance of life, unjust as it may sometimes appear.
She is relieved to hear he does not begrudge her change in position, but she cannot help but shake her head firmly in his assumption she is best for the role still. She supposes that she knows a good many tales of lands far beyond here, and that in many ways she understand the gods,
her gods, which she supposes must be the same as these gods in different forms, but her heart has always been set on healing. She knows she can focus better with her mind kept busy staunching wounds - with storytelling she is only ever reminded of the terrors of other places and different times. In many ways healing is itself a terrible thing, constantly patching up soldiers so they can fling themselves back into war, but she would rather ease those scars that she can see than try to mend the torn flesh of a society gone awry. All she can do for that is learn and remember and hope to fight against ever succumbing to their wreckage.
It's why she realizes as Paladin asks what she'd like to hear, that as much as she'd want to beg for a happy tale, that such will never teach her or the others anything. With a sad sort of line on her lips and a brief gaze to all who have gathered, Willow lifts her head to respond.
"You seem to have traveled as much as I, and though there are many tales to be told of this place I am sure, I am curious to know of your origins. If they are anything like mind, there is a reason you are here now and not there. It is from our roots that we draw the greatest nutrients, and from them must we often turn to for strength when we feel so weak."
He wishes to forget, but that goes against the very purpose of his role. We must never forget,
else history is doomed to repeat itself.
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Unknown history is doomed to repeat [Foothills!]
