TITLE BESTOWED ; OR PERHAPS, IT HAS EVER EXISTED WITHIN YOUR SOUL? yes, that sounds more accurate ... woven into the light &. dark of yours, all those centuries ago. ( here you are still, champion of the star, forging ahead, drawing breath. ) heaviness of that burden is upon her shoulders, &. despite it, it does not affect that every step is followed by another, that every time she has fallen, she has gotten up again. but the truth echoes just as bright ; not even the strongest need to carry their burdens alone. &. not a day goes by, when the warrior of light does not view those who journey with her, those who have aided her, &. her friends upon all these tasks leading toward this day, as heroes alongside her. more so those, that are merely now a memory.
there are whispers from the past, echoing loud within, even when her own lush lips have not uttered a word. contained thing, the stretch of memory &. how it beckons her, haunts her, taunts her. all of that, has made the weight of it all the more heavy.
&. but there are those, who can relate to the burden in a more in-depth way ;
@zmhati : always the hero
HER FOCUS HAD BEEN UPON THE MAPS ; ATTENTION POURED UPON THE NEXT STEP, THE NEXT DANGER THAT WOULD BE MET HEAD ON! ( you, my friend, never change. ) however, upon hearing the familiar voice, her head turns to the side, watching the posture of z'mhati, arms crossed over his chest ; a steady stance, ever prepared. a shared mannerism, something the duty demands. perhaps lingering tension embedded there as well ; something that has not been an easy thing to stand aside of. it is not her place to say where his feelings should pour, regarding what took place in the First, regarding G'raha ... but, she does know z'mahti's temper enough, so, she remains observant.
the comment he had spoken out had followed her own, where she, once again, claimed a dangerous part of the plan for herself to face.
then, expression shifts from that steady focus taken with the seriousness it demanded, to something warmer, brighter. hers. ❝ you sound surprised, ❞ he did not, not truly ; smooth &. refined cadence echoes with lighthearted flow, as does the curve upon her lips. but underneath, the truth stands ; takes one to recognize the other. her head tilts to the side, her own arms folding over her chest in that signature shift that came when she was observant, or amused. or both. ❝ do not tell me you expected any less of me. ❞
