Persephone, the Lost
Maybe it was a little too soon, or she was a little too trusting, but Persephone was warming up to Bel. She still had hints of wariness, of course, but she was enjoying having someone to talk to. She'd spent so long by herself, mulling in her own thoughts, it was nice to break free of her own self reflection. Sometimes thinking too much, reflecting inwardly for hours, was pure torture. For now she could forget her own worries and let herself be immersed in the other's presence and her strange tale.
Persephone's ears pricked forward, eyes wide as Bel began her story. It made somewhat more sense to her that Bel was born here, but she was still curious as to how her ancestors came here. How did they travel through space? More magic? Well that was certainly feasible given what little of it she'd seen of it so far. It was certainly an incredible tale, more fable with the moral of don't trust strangers. The opal mare could understand such a lesson though she couldn't quite empathize with the loss of a whole culture. Still, it was sad, and she tilted her head slightly out of sympathy. To have a whole history that she'd never know-- Persephone could definitely understand that.
She envied Bel's clear purpose, something the aquatic mare knew even now after generations. A protector of the seas, a guardian all her own. No wonder she could use magic. Persephone glanced away thoughtfully, thinking it over as she listened. "Do you miss them?" she asked when the story had ended, her gaze once again returning to Bel. "Your pod?" If she had family, she'd miss them, too. She certainly missed someone, though who she couldn't tell.
As she laughed, Persephone perked up once more, the sympathetic look melting away to something a little happier. "Well...if you're sure! I want to see all of Novus and...I don't know. I want to figure out where I'm from," she said, almost bashful as she lowered her head a little bit. "I think, maybe, if I see enough places, I'll find something familiar."
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