it was only natural that wherever cerydra may be, hysilens would not be too far behind. this place was perhaps the first case of her arriving before the other, but that didn't mean the knight didn't wait every eclipse that befell this city. waiting for the burning flame that lit up the abyss to find her once more. the flame-chase journey has come to a close and their lives are no longer be filled with strife and loss. nevertheless, she wished to remain by cerydra's side.
after spending millions of lifetimes together, how can she do anything else?
" From my own investigations, we will return to our full strength in due time." a pleasant boon, above everything else. " It's.....–" briefly do her thoughts flicker to a conversation with the weaver the other day. the siren's gaze focuses on the imperator's face, as if looking for something not quite visible on the surface. " Pleasant. She doesn't seem to mind me singing while we work."
luxury is a double-edged sword, a false respite from most needs. still, if the Imperator had her way, she would offer everything in the universe to see those brilliant eyes lighten up in the same manner the ocean waves reflect sunlight, but Cerydra is content with gestures that bards would refuse to turn into an epic. it is far more considerate if they never speak of stained blades and accursed golden blood.
after all, Helektra deserves happiness and no more sorrowful tales than will bring desolation in that gentle face of hers.
“Oh? Pleasant? Then, you are getting along without any complaints.” a slow smile curves on her lips before she turns around to give her entire focus to the siren. “Good. Time shared between comrades is never wasted.”
hypocrisy is far from a new concept to the old ruler of Okhema. though she is more fond of half-lies and half-truths when it is required, Cerydra will not elaborate on her hidden meaning. her gaze moves away in contemplation as she continues. “Dux Fatorum would enjoy your songs if she were here. No matter, they'll be carried to the west wind.”
