'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth</style>
Apollo's voice reached Phaedra's ears, like a wave crashing down upon her already drowning body. Leaving? Even Archibald - whose name caused her body to sting as if feeling the phantom wounds from the Invasion, a slight that she had not yet gotten over, pulled at her heart, but not so much as Ktulu. The darker twin, one who had always unnerved the golden spy, but who was revered and respected in her eyes, had left without a goodbye, just as Ophelia had. It was all Phaedra could do, to remain steady on her golden hooves, as she strained to catch more of Apollo's words. She heard Mesec's voice - and then Murdock, who had accompanied her on a mission long ago, asking to replace Archi. It was...
..she was...
drowning...
Phaedra felt the world swim before her gaze, as philosophical questions too large for her mind, suddenly overcame her - as if filling her lungs with unanswered questions. She had pledged her allegiance to Ktulu and Phi..she had been with them through two Invasions now, since the very beginning. She had remained out of loyalty, out of honor to a family who had taken her in when she had needed them. Yet that loyalty had been questioned - by Circe. Why? Because I asked why it was me, instead of you? Her rattled brain conjured the image of Circe, and vaguely wondered if she too would follow Archibald out. Likely yes.
Would she stay? Should she?
Could she?
Steadying herself, Phaedra moved like a wraith of light - glimmering like a fallen star, and moving soundlessly towards the assembled trio. Her creamy mane, full of starlight danced upon her sooty shoulders as she moved lightly from the grove of trees where she had been. Her oddly patterned wings hugged her lithe sides with ease, now that all of her wounds had healed.
Apollo. Mesec. Murdock.
A sad smile brushed her pink muzzle, as she silently dipped her head in greeting to her winged brothers. Although Phaedra was surely now the most senior member - save for perhaps Rafe - she was the one who felt like an outcast. Who felt naked. Did any of them remember when Leander had come to them in the Woods? Did they remember Svetlana's death? Surely not - for this was truly the Foothills now - all parts of the Grey had been washed away. Turning now, her bright gaze fell upon Apollo, and for a moment she was transported to their brief moments of bliss, before their family had fallen apart.
She remember his bumbling and boyish naivety, when first she had encountered him in the Threshold. How his eyes had whispered his want for her, as she foolishly led him down a hallucinogenic tirade...And how joy had overcome her, as they played together in the waves. Even Walter and the Wolves couldn't taint her memories of that afternoon - how she had been at peace, and happy, standing at his side, waiting for death. Had he loved her then?
Had she loved him?
Looking at him now, she couldn't help but smile. You're one of the good ones, sugar - she had told him then. And he was. But was good what they needed? Could he lead them? Maybe a fresh start was what they truly needed...but was Phaedra included in the they ?
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[O] Our Time is Now [Mandatory Herd Meeting]
HP: 45.5
