Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

Ash Paw loosed a small breath of relief. She wasn't sure how much more of that topic she could talk about. It was getting a little too in depth, and it had made her slightly uncomfortable. Especially given that she had realized if it came down to survival, she would probably do such a thing and then the fleeting that had horrified her so much, it had almost made her ill. 

The Greeks thinks so. They strive for Elysium, but Greek mythology and culture and stories are full of heroes. So it makes sense that they would strive for such a thing, for to get into Elysium one must be a hero and not just any hero, but a perfect hero. Mind, body, soul.

She had heard stories of them, but all Greek myths had the same deep down feeling. There was always a hero and there was always a god backing the said hero and usually their life was tragic to start. 

Oh a small space, or um area. You know that seems sort of otherworldly, out of touch with what is around them. Did you ever come across a space that just seemed so different than everything else, like it was it's own little world. That is a pocket.

Whether I were a hero or not. I would just like my life to mean something whether to me or someone else it doesn't matter. As long as it means something to someone.