How long had it been since the goddess last had breathed? Since she had last looked upon the land with eyes of her own, had felt the soil beneath her own four hooves as she walked the face of the earth? Too long, the wind whispered back to her. Vespera silently agreed.
She had been present, but not truly. She had glimpsed the world briefly through the eyes of forest rabbits and birds, interactions that lasted mere seconds and had done little, so little, to satisfy the goddess’ curiosity. She missed Novus; both the land and its people.
It did not matter to Vespera how many mistakes they made. Their failures, their transgressions, their wandering, none of it changed her opinion of them. Did not the gods make the same mistakes, did they not pick the same battles? Gods had the power to change the destiny of those around them; mortals were left to suffer through those destinies, and Vespera herself had vowed long ago to love them through it.
“No purpose?” the goddess echoed, her voice gentle. “Everyone has a purpose, dear one, even those who do not yet know it. Did you not think you were doing what was right, when you left?” She listened quietly to the ex-sovereign’s concerns, to her questions and worries. She inclined her head, closing her eyes for just a moment. It was nothing new; Vespera had heard the cries from the people for years and years now. She had been helpless then; she lacked substance, as did her siblings. They were forgotten, nearly ceasing to exist: their self-inflicted exile had not been easy to overturn.
Vespera opened her eyes, regarding Rannveig with quiet compassion. “Because now was the time to do so.”
She took a step, then another, and another, beckoning to the winter wolf to follow. The goddess of the dusk led Rannveig down a simple path, crossing the clearly and entering a small grove of trees. She stopped then, and let out a long sigh.
“Novus has known much pain in these centuries. But, it has also known joy, and love, and peace. Even now, there is life waiting to blossom.” With a single stomp of her hoof, a family of foxes appear from their den. The mother is accompanied by four young pups, who hide behind their mothers legs. Vespera lowers her head to the ground, making no move to come closer. Slowly, one pup emerges, bravely drawing closer in inspection. Once he touches nose to nose with the goddess, the other three follow suit, bounding amongst the horses legs with joy.
Vespera smiles, lifting her head to look upon Rannveig. “The seasons change, but spring follows winter time and time again.”
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