Altar of Twilight ᓯᕐᓚᔪᖅ

the wind can lie. she does not meet this with skorn. she follows its whispers and currents, has let it guide her ever since a young child. "perhaps they do not lie, but are misinterpreted." she offers, though not in rebuttal. just a whisper of a statement. they hadn't wronged her before.

she comes to sit beside him, with a respectful birth between them. here, she can read the tired lines in his expression. she can bare witness to the pain that weaves itself deep. "do you believe in fate?" came her sudden but quiet question. although she would not speak it, her thoughts pondered; what if the person he was seeking was gone for a reason? what if the earth took in hopes of giving back one day?

she shifts her weight, settling with a sigh. perhaps he is right. perhaps her kin aren't what the winds had guided her for. and so, she would trust that in time, all would be revealed. that her path within teekon may have the moon's guiding let shone upon it.

"and i hope the same for you. i pray that your pain, one day, will not sting so harshly." she smiles, though doesn't turn to meet his gaze. "i hope you will find your path again."