Hoshor Plains i was a goddess — now i ache.

periane watched the boy with quiet grace, her smile delicate, warm despite the coldness of his refusal. safe travels, then, she said softly, dipping her head in parting. may the wind carry your message swiftly, and may you find gentle company along the way. there was no bitterness in her voice, only a quiet sincerity. some were not ready. others may never be.
she turned back to hemera as his small form retreated into the distance, the soft sigh of her breath mingling with the breeze. shall we? her gaze lingered a moment longer on the horizon, thoughtful, before she fell into step beside her sister, the gentle swish of her tail brushing the ground as they moved forward. i wonder if, one day, he'll realize how close he was to the light.
the road ahead remained long, but it was easier in good company.