Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

But what if you can't even rely on yourself? went her unspoken question, feeling the ball of ice settle and grow in her stomach once more. She kept quiet, though, hearing Wraen out. Trying to glean something from it. It was fundamentally different from her normal train of thought—especially the part about not asking—

'Why?' has always been what I've wanted to know, about everyone and everything, Maegi chimed in. She paused, and then shook her head. But maybe you're right. Maybe it's unknowable. Maybe it doesn't even matter. 

Chaos. No cosmic order, no divine law. Just a stalwart belief in oneself and a willingness to forge on, to not look back. It seemed ludicrous, to her. . .but it was a different perspective, and for that, she was grateful.

The Nona dipped her muzzle briefly. Thank you. You've given me a lot to think about, she said, sincerity ringing clear in her voice. Where are you headed after this?