Altar of Twilight [ art :: elennóna

“From what I know, you can find mint anywhere.” Plants and herbs were not her specialty, far from it. And yet she could make an effort and learn about them, not only for healing, also for her own trivia. Plants were the last thing on her mind after he called her a good girl; the argent shook her head slightly, not letting the comment get to her.
 
Dreven was a product of hate and pain caused to him by his fellow queen and her subjects. Every scar he wore with pride, or rather shame, were how many times he was betrayed, hated and broken by everyone in this wretched world. His were visible, unlike hers, hidden inside under a surface of curiosity, compassion and loyalty. She was everything and neither of those; not completely good, not completely bad. So was he; neither bad nor good. A broken porcelain teapot glued together after being broken so many times. Agana felt compassion towards him, although was shocked by his past. His pelt told a cruel and gruesome story, one she was not ready to hear in full detail. Agana lifted her tail and placed it close to her back legs as her entire body shivered.
 
“I’m… sorry… for what happened to you. No one deserves to go through abuse.” Abuse; she knew the disgusting taste of it, not on a large scale such as he. Verbal and emotional, psychological and physical; they come in different forms, and yet the result is all the same. They were not so different after all. Agana lowered her head to the ground on her paws, watching him with sad eyes. The argent sighed, feeling somewhat better about herself; she was not entirely alone in this.
 
“Do you ask guidance from them?” she inquired; that was the reason of her presence near the altar. A reason she was not ready to disclose just yet.