#hekatis

one foot in it. ll accepting.

“Here I thought my boyish charm had vanished years ago.”

No one would believe it, the quirk of the old master’s mouth, the sparkle in his eyes. In that moment, for her, he was that impish apprentice again, not nearly so composed and strict. That was a strange trick, one she had never taught him, but easily cast regardless. Perhaps it was a consequence of her endless youth.

>> ✏ - Telling stories with them (for Y'shtola)

& ELSPETH.

Not fully trusting the Crystal Exarch, Y'shtola had chosen to leave Crystarium and go to the Rak'tika Greatwood to meet one of the peoples who lived there: the Night's Blessed. She had finally integrated their small community, becoming even one of the most respected members. She was sometimes embarrassed that they put her on such a pedestal when she was only helping them, but under no circumstances did she abuse their kindness and generosity.

Two years had passed in the First Shard before she finally found the Warrior of Light, bringing to the Seeker the hope she had patiently waited for to try to save this world. Talking quietly as they rested in Slitherbough, the two women told each other stories over a cup of tea.

>> ☾ - Taking a nighttime walk with them  (for Ardbert)

& ELSPETH.

It was nice to be able to walk under the stars again, as he did in the past before the Light flooded the First Shard. He remembered the night vigils around a campfire with his companions, laughing, drinking, playing, singing, resting from their adventures before leaving for the roads the next day. All this seemed so far away...

But being able to discuss with the Warrior of the Light of the Source was something that allowed him not to sink completely into his dark thoughts. He too would have wanted to help Minfilia a century ago by giving to her his soul, but she told him he would have another role to play. Later. He had turned her words over countless times in his mind. But the more the days he spent with Elspeth, the more he began to understand their meaning.

>> ♞- physically pick my muse up and carry them (Where she is taking Emet, I have no idea.)

& HEKATE.

Ah... Hekate's creative magic trials... If Hades had an innate talent for this since his earliest childhood, it was obviously far from being the case for his friend. And his very last creation had been a little explosive. The Architect had been thrown against one of the walls of the room, banging his head at the same time, slightly stunning him. He felt the other amaurotine helping him to get up and carry him to the sofa.

>>  “How are you feeling?” (@ emet, she somehow saves him?? au time.)

& ELSPETH.

Alive? Was he alive? How could this be possible? He had felt the shards of the white auracite neutralize his aether, incapacitating him to use his creative magic. He had felt this axe of light pass through him, forming a gaping hole in his chest. He too should have joined the sea of souls and found Lahabrea and the fragmented souls of his people. He could have finally laid down his burden and been entitled to eternal rest. Then why? Why was he still here?

>> “sometimes our best action result in things that are most regrettable.” (for Emet)

& ELSPETH.

"Regrettable?" said the Ascian, looking at the young woman with an almost dismissive look. Her words only reinforced the bitterness and resentment he had been feeding for several millennia. He found nothing regrettable about his actions to achieve his ultimate purpose. Why would he feel the slightest ounce of remorse in trying to give back their entirety to all these fragmented souls, wandering in the different worlds without even knowing where they come from?

>>  ❄️ - what is your favorite season?  (Emet-Selch)

"Definitely not Summer. That goes without saying. Too much sun and light. It's really unbearable. I still wonder how you degenerate beings managed to spend hours lazying on a towel on the beach by the sea and basking in the sun." Emet-Selch replied, raising his arms and shaking his head with a disillusioned and dismissive look.