Golden Glade i'll follow you into the dark

"I think that once this place is more habitable, I will take it on again." There was an odd sense of certainty, as if she had made the decision before mentioning it. There were no volcanos here, that offered her relief to no longer have to relive the days of when ash would snuff out the sun and drown their lungs of air. But in the distance sat a mountain, narrow in size yet appeared to be yearning to touch the sky.

Mictec gaze met his briefly before she nodded with her head towards the mountain. "Others will be tasked to take on this trial but in order to do so, we would need a destination. I think that is where it needs to be."

Curiosity became of her wondering why he kept himself at bay, never traveling past the comfort of his ironclad walls. What must have come of his past she wondered as appeared to be disconnected. Empathy, a quality others consistently declared she lacked were in fact false. It was the reason she took so much of the hate. And here she found herself wanting to help him just as he helped her. Mictec held back her tongue from asking, knowing he would need to approach her whenever he was ready to regale his tale of woe, and so she instead extended an invitation into her own.

"She was the strongest I had ever known. Stories were told of how there was a terrible thunderstorm during her Trial and fears she had been lost to the earth. But she came back. The same happened during my trial, a tree had fallen on my back and the strong wind blinded me. I held on tight to my stone and pushed forward. Before my exile though, I had tossed mine into the lake." Her eyes seemed to darken, her tone draining of all emotion except one, anger. "They don't deserve to keep a piece of me."