Now I'm standing in a wasteland
Desert bones and dried up places
She didn't know anyone there well enough to think about them while she got lost in the forest; there were no moments of nostalgia, no glint of recognition in the prison cell bars that held her captive. She didn't know anyone there at all, really, save for a man with tears cutting through his heart, and a soul almost as lost as she (but at least the frozen one knew where they were). And the past in which she fled held no significance, at least not enough of any to be worthy of remembering in times that allowed for free thoughts to roam rampant through wayward minds. The only sense of longing she knew was the kind that tugged her in all different directions, the kind that muddied her waters instead of cleansing them. She knew she wanted something, but there was nothing to tell her where to find it.
It wasn't clear whether she would find whatever she was searching for there either, with the golden girl and darkness that began to close in around them, but it seemed that she would at least be of some help to her newest companion. Nothing was said between the two as she started the process of tearing her cloak and mending the flowered-hair's wing, and for as observant as Forseti was she noticed the tension coursing through the muscles in girl's body, the way she seemed to both freeze and shatter all at once. Her mind seemed unable to process exactly what feelings to feel at that moment, and how Forseti would have envied her--a tiny emotion, any at all, is the only thing she begged for, if only she knew it was the one thing she needed. Perhaps that was the thing she was looking for, the thing that sent her off to quell the growing longing in her breast.
She didn't know if she was supposed to answer the question posed once maroon and gold blended together; nothing she said would have been what the pegasus wanted anyway, and even though the horned didn't know what thoughts possessed her, she could at least tell the question spoken was better off meant for someone else. There was only one heart that beat in the forest: the other was long hung up and tethered in places Forseti could probably never find.
Places that were meant for the girl, not her.
Delumine, she said. So they were still in the territory of the Dawn Court, the name she heard from the icy creature beyond those gates. "I am called Forseti." Since Florentine offered her own name, Forseti did the same. Their world was Novus, but she didn't know if it would be any different than the others she visited before then. Where would she even start to find out? She gazed around the thickness of the trees surrounding them, soft creatures making noises, but seeing none other like them. "I got lost here. You are the only one in this area with me," factually, the blood-stained woman pointed out. She wondered why it was so quiet, save the usual whispers of native things scampering about, why she hadn't seen anyone else since getting herself turned around. "Why are there no others?"
It wasn't clear whether she would find whatever she was searching for there either, with the golden girl and darkness that began to close in around them, but it seemed that she would at least be of some help to her newest companion. Nothing was said between the two as she started the process of tearing her cloak and mending the flowered-hair's wing, and for as observant as Forseti was she noticed the tension coursing through the muscles in girl's body, the way she seemed to both freeze and shatter all at once. Her mind seemed unable to process exactly what feelings to feel at that moment, and how Forseti would have envied her--a tiny emotion, any at all, is the only thing she begged for, if only she knew it was the one thing she needed. Perhaps that was the thing she was looking for, the thing that sent her off to quell the growing longing in her breast.
She didn't know if she was supposed to answer the question posed once maroon and gold blended together; nothing she said would have been what the pegasus wanted anyway, and even though the horned didn't know what thoughts possessed her, she could at least tell the question spoken was better off meant for someone else. There was only one heart that beat in the forest: the other was long hung up and tethered in places Forseti could probably never find.
Places that were meant for the girl, not her.
Delumine, she said. So they were still in the territory of the Dawn Court, the name she heard from the icy creature beyond those gates. "I am called Forseti." Since Florentine offered her own name, Forseti did the same. Their world was Novus, but she didn't know if it would be any different than the others she visited before then. Where would she even start to find out? She gazed around the thickness of the trees surrounding them, soft creatures making noises, but seeing none other like them. "I got lost here. You are the only one in this area with me," factually, the blood-stained woman pointed out. She wondered why it was so quiet, save the usual whispers of native things scampering about, why she hadn't seen anyone else since getting herself turned around. "Why are there no others?"
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