Altar of Twilight ᓯᕐᓚᔪᖅ

"then there is good that will come of this. it may hurt now, and your mourning may take time to soothe...but there will be balance restored." words that carried on the wind gentle and wise. there was always light at the end of a long, dreary tunnel.

she meant not to dismiss his ache, his sorrow. as harsh and unkind it can be, it's purpose still rings true. with love, there is heartache. with peace, there is chaos. sólhárr has a strong spirit, this she can feel. he will overcome, in time. 

perhaps the moon and wind had brought him here tonight for a reason. perhaps they were meant to meet; meant to shoulder the burden of one another's misery. a helping hand when one might need it the most. 

"you are not alone, sólhárr. the spirit of the one lost, it walks with you still." she grins. "and when you're ready, you will walk with another." 

he speaks of her purpose, her path. she nods with a soft, calm hum, meeting his gaze for a moment to hold it. her smile widens. it seems as if she'd found a shred of purpose already.

"thank you." she breathed. then, after a moment of quiet, she can't help but ask; "would you like to watch the moon with me for a little longer?"