The Floods. Corr remembers hearing the stories of the great disasters that happened not too long ago throughout the Courts. The deities seemed to become angered and there was destruction everywhere. She is thankful the two of them didn't have to go through it, but at the same time, she feels for those who did. At least, it seems, those days were over.
When Rhone recalls his favorite memory, his smile makes her smile. She's glad the change of topic is able to make him feel less somber. As he tells his story, she can imagine it in her mind and it's beautiful. She wonders too if that tree is still there and how it's thriving.
He asks of her favorite memory and it's one she is always thinking back on these days. "It was on the island, before it crumbled back to the sea. We explored the forest and almost the entire time he was nervous and distrusting of the land. I think I warmed him up to the place a little more once he realized the wonder of it." She laughs, remembering their talk of portals too. "Then we went back home and shared a pot of tea."
She looks at the altar again and sighs. Perhaps this is the kind of closure they needed. Even while there were still so many unanswered questions, they needed to move on. Both for their sake and their Court's sake.
"Well, friend, I think it's time I head back to Terrastella," she says with a warm smile. "If you'd ever like a cup of tea yourself, you're always welcome at my home in the swamps. Or, even if you wanted to show me that oak tree you two grew. I'd love to see it."
Corr leans down and presses her nose to the ground by the altar as one last goodbye. Then she dips her head to Rhone as she turns to head north with Hāsta flying above her.
@Rhone figured this would be a good place to end <3 thank you for a lovely thread!
"Speaking."
When Rhone recalls his favorite memory, his smile makes her smile. She's glad the change of topic is able to make him feel less somber. As he tells his story, she can imagine it in her mind and it's beautiful. She wonders too if that tree is still there and how it's thriving.
He asks of her favorite memory and it's one she is always thinking back on these days. "It was on the island, before it crumbled back to the sea. We explored the forest and almost the entire time he was nervous and distrusting of the land. I think I warmed him up to the place a little more once he realized the wonder of it." She laughs, remembering their talk of portals too. "Then we went back home and shared a pot of tea."
She looks at the altar again and sighs. Perhaps this is the kind of closure they needed. Even while there were still so many unanswered questions, they needed to move on. Both for their sake and their Court's sake.
"Well, friend, I think it's time I head back to Terrastella," she says with a warm smile. "If you'd ever like a cup of tea yourself, you're always welcome at my home in the swamps. Or, even if you wanted to show me that oak tree you two grew. I'd love to see it."
Corr leans down and presses her nose to the ground by the altar as one last goodbye. Then she dips her head to Rhone as she turns to head north with Hāsta flying above her.
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