When their goddess was fully revealed, standing before them in bathed in gold, violet and indigo, Fiona does not know what to think. The gophers are happy, happily munching away on the food reserves Asterion had beckoned to be brought forth for them. Their food, or their court? Without food, some would starve, grow weak or weaker still, but the destruction of their home would leave many without shelter, without a place to warm themselves and rest properly. But oh, which sacrifice would cost them more?
Fiona listened to Vespera speak, listened to the frustration coloring her voice, and she could not believe the words that she was hearing. It was clear to her that the others, too, were struggling with this revelation. Asterion, stood bravely before them, addressed them one last time before he turned and walked away, and for all the softness in his voice she could not help but think that he, perhaps of them all, suffered the most for his court. Then Theodosia, the brave Halcyon cadet, who chided, accused even, the goddess for her actions. Death, loss, how much of it had they experienced these troubling days?
The lavender and ivory girl thought of her home, wondered what state it was in. She heard again the sound of breaking glass, of fire crackling as it swallowed up whatever it touched. Her side stung as she remembered, where the glass had sliced deeply into her barrel as she broke through the window in order to escape. Fiona felt overwhelmed, and her fevered skin only grew warmer at the heightened beating of her heart. She stumbled, shivered, and stepped into @Atreus as her legs nearly gave out beneath her. Her only thought was that she needed to lie down before they gave up on her completely. So she started to move away from Vespera, one slow step at a time.
Fiona listened to Vespera speak, listened to the frustration coloring her voice, and she could not believe the words that she was hearing. It was clear to her that the others, too, were struggling with this revelation. Asterion, stood bravely before them, addressed them one last time before he turned and walked away, and for all the softness in his voice she could not help but think that he, perhaps of them all, suffered the most for his court. Then Theodosia, the brave Halcyon cadet, who chided, accused even, the goddess for her actions. Death, loss, how much of it had they experienced these troubling days?
The lavender and ivory girl thought of her home, wondered what state it was in. She heard again the sound of breaking glass, of fire crackling as it swallowed up whatever it touched. Her side stung as she remembered, where the glass had sliced deeply into her barrel as she broke through the window in order to escape. Fiona felt overwhelmed, and her fevered skin only grew warmer at the heightened beating of her heart. She stumbled, shivered, and stepped into @
