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Date Posted: 01/22/05 6:43:01pm Sat
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's message, "And the world turns?" on 01/22/05 12:09:34pm Sat
Zenra's eyes opened, her hand gently sliding down the silken wrap of white that covered her form. There was an empty feeling within her, like a stone in a trickle of a stream was taken away, leaving only the indent of its form. But that indention filled slowly, and Zenra felt content. Her infinity glowed faintly as the link with the Goddess filled that emptiness, and carried that feeling away. Turquoise eyes shifted a deep azure blue and she sat up. The silken wrap clung to her form like a dress, one shoulder bare while the other was drapped ever so gently. The empty feeling subsided, and yet while content, she was still sad. She had felt Emi die, and even though it had been months to her, that feeling forever lingered.
Azure blue eyes looked around, and she did not recognize the place in which was sitting. Tyrsis' face was near, as well as Damuthca's. She thought it odd Damuthca and Tyrsis would be in the same place, since she knew the nature of what had happened between the two. Surely it wasn't her return that would a special enough event to bring two sides together. There had to be more to it. Her eyes scanned, and she saw the pile of now decayed leaves and brittle twigs. Leaves that were not natural to Aurora, but she knew where they had come from. Those kind of leaves, grew only to the trees that lived on Terra.
Wyrd was gone. His body lay unmade not three feet from her. Only Aphrodite was the only proof that that behemoth of a paradox had even exsisted. A sorrow crossed over her. Even though Wyrd had been the most terrible, the most unforgiving warrior, and the most violent beast that had exsisted, he had learned in all his time of being the one thing he had ever only given twice.
Love.
Zenra didn't want to know the details of his 'death'. She didn't want to know there may be some more terrible creature that could do such a thing.
Her attention turned to a grasp on her arm, Emillia having swirmed free of her father's grasp and was now in a death grip hold on her arm. Her daughter cried against her when she gathered her up into her arms, but she didn't mind. Instead she looked up from her child, and her eyes rested on the girl'd father. He was as she remembered him she they first met. She wanted to smile at him, wanted to reveal her joy of seeing him, but she couldn't bring herself to show it. Instead, she only voice a single, and subtly important question.
"What has happened here...?"
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