“In the end, you're better off alone”
The fire crackled and its light played in the melancholy in Sypha's features, knees gathered to their chest while the lone howl of a wolf and forlorn baying of an owl sounded in the night-engulfed distance. See the meandering brook that cut through a deep ravine and burbled animatedly against its plunging cliffsides. More than silence, it was knowing that the only liability was one's self. That the people buried in one's heart would only have to anticipate a death someday, and nothing more. Then they would be reunited at long last.
The fire crackled and its light played in the melancholy in Sypha's features, knees gathered to their chest while the lone howl of a wolf and forlorn baying of an owl sounded in the night-engulfed distance. The spirit they'd summoned hadn't been like any they had before, and Sypha genuinely suspected she must've been some dead goddess of another pantheon, but it didn't matter for she was wise and not choosing violence despite her appearance one would decry as demonic.
"This is true. Sometimes, it's the wiser choice, in the end."
