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Her voice surprises him, gentle though it was. He turns quickly, so quickly - and for just a moment, Caligo is afraid his wrath will blind him to her.
His shock is evident upon his face, but the demigoddess is pleased to see the anger heartbreak slowly erase itself from his face. What is left is a child - despite the years, despite the taunts and the mockeries and the shuns, Cynix remains a child that has seen more than his fair share of pain.
She smiles at him, her features gentle and kind. She can feel how tired he is. His pain radiates from him from the crease in his brow to the fatigued arch of his neck, the way life has bent him over forced his carriage continuously lower. In every slow step he takes she can see it, the defeated posture with which he stands.
But her smile is an invitation: of kindness, of belonging, of hope. Cynix is her’s, one of the lost souls that she welcomes without hesitation into her Court, and also into her home.
“The Night cannot be destroyed, dear one,” she tells him, not unkindly. “It may be chased away by the rising sun, but it always comes back by evening. So too will I return with it.”
He lowers his head to her, and Caligo lifts her own. Her dark eyes stare into his, her mane cascaded over her face like a waterfall of shadows. It dances and sways in the wind, constantly in motion, never at rest.
And when he speaks, her heart breaks alongside his.
”Because for every kindness, there seem to be two more wrongs done.” Caligo sighs, her breath a mere whisper on the wind. ”Where there is difference, there is also fear, and the world despises diversity because of it.” Caligo stands, pulling herself from the ground to stand beside the painted boy. Not a speck of dirt clings to her coat, nor does a grass stain mar her side despite her time spent beneath the elder tree.
”But,” she begins, her voice growing stronger. She presses her shoulder into his, leaning into him and bidding him to lean back into her. ”You are beautiful because of your heritage, not in spite of it, and your differences are what make you unique. There is no one in the world that can stand in your place, Cynix. Take your differences and armor yourself within them, so that the world cannot use them to hurt you.”
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