through the cold, I'll find my way back to you
It is a strike that could have been fatal, those charming lights ready to slice through shadow and flesh that came near. Just as her phantom spears were about to meet the menacing wraiths, slice them down where they stood, they charge, they morph. Fog becomes thick behind and she senses more than hears the being she protected being hoisted into the air. Like before, those that chose wrongly were pushed back to where Moira knows not.
She only knows that she is right again.
Moira tries so hard to be right.
But that phantom ready to tear her limb from limb, it stops and changes. Light blends into light and her weapons disappear. The will o' wisp flickers between from and form - Estelle stares at her for a moment before disappearing. Asterion frowns at her and turns his head away. The twins laugh soundlessly before dissipating as well. Finally, finally the face of Eluoan settles on the flighty creature.
The phoenix nearly stumbles, stopping for a moment.
It wasn't him. He would not have those bright, bright eyes to twinkle at her.
But it is her old teacher, the man that was more a father than her own father. His home had always been a sanctuary, his teachings vaulting her into an irreplaceable position. Because of Eluoan she had survived the Tonnerre Estate, and when she's lost everything again (her heart, her will, her reason) he shows himself once more. Even when he turns and reveals two paths, there is not one he hints at more than the other.
She sighs, feels the sting at the back of her eyes, and pushes it all down. Logically, the phoenix looks left and then right, assessing, gleaning differences. Is one way clearer than the other? Can she hear the child screaming? If she could, she would have gone that way.
There is only silence.
On an inhale and slow exhale, Moira Tonnerre turns to the right. It is this way she goes, wings gently pushing fogs away, eyes intent on the retreating form of her once-mentor, once almost-friend. Eluoan does not look at her again, but she feels his teachings, his presence, in everything she does.
She is reminded, and she feels his calmness settle in her nerves as it had when she'd first met him.
One day, the Tonnerre girl vows, she will go back and thank him properly.
Moira chooses to go Right
