There is something different yet familiar about the woman of death. She remembers her being something of a quiet, dangerous being. There is still that sense of darkness from her, but there's also a kind of strength. Her aura shines a bit brighter (even just slightly), but not as bright as most. Perhaps it's the girl's connection to death that still makes it so dim.
Just as it had been that night for the festival, the world crumbles beneath Thana's touch. With every step she takes, closer and closer, there is ash and the death of things. It doesn't occur to Corr that she'd be so drawn to Hāsta, but then again, it doesn't occur to her that the bird is dead at all. Not anymore.
If it hadn't been for the two already being acquaintances, she'd likely feel cornered, almost like prey to a predator. But this is Thana and Corr is not afraid of her, even with the almost hungry look her companion is giving her. Now that Thana has gotten so close, she is not only a woman of death, she simply is. Right down to the smell of her. It floats over to her like a storm cloud, but Corr keeps her composure despite how desperately the woman's aura tries to steal her energy.
When the woman speaks of Hāsta being dead, Corr simply blinks. She is in such disbelief and is almost confused. No, no, of course not. Surely she was just mistaken? The crow was brought back to life after she picked her up from the Delumine woods and treated her with herbs. She can't fathom the idea.
"She's not dead! She's right here," Corr answers, rolling her shoulder as a way of pointing her out. "She just doesn't look well because she went through a horrible accident, but she's good now." It does occur to her that Hāsta doesn't look quite like she used to. There are many loose feathers and even parts of her wing missing, but these are simply battle scars in Corr's mind. The herbs keep up Hāsta's strength as they go out together.
Then she realizes how confusing it might be to others when she speaks to the bird. "Oh, but of course! You can't hear what she's saying because we speak through a bond. I can see how it would seem strange," she chuckles. Surely Thana must know how telepathy works with bondeds? Unless her relationship with her own bonded works much differently.
There is a strange beauty to the way the trees bend to Thana's will. The string of lights remains on their branches and the gate stands before them with the bright reflection from the stained glass. It's a beautiful combination of life and death.
"So, what have you been up to?" she wonders, although the woman may still be more fascinated by her crow than small talk. Part of her wants to deflect the topic to something else.
@Thana <3
