[ the greeting is far more cordial and warm than meteion had expected and for a moment the entelechy simply basks in that warmth. her head bows and her eyes slide closed for just a few moments. how long has it been since she felt this? did she ever truly...? hermes had cared for her as best he could, but with the sadness and oftentimes anger she sensed in him, he could not offer her this. by the time she and her sisters had come into being, hope had become an illusion for him, this kindness something she had almost forgotten.
but now comes the hard part: how does she respond? she could simply speak with her mind, as she had always been best at, but somehow that feels... wrong. as though she owes more to this woman who had suffered so because of her misguided attempts to free etheirys.
and so, with her eyes still closed, she returns to her other form in a swirl of blue light. so small she is that her feet don't even touch the ground, so she leans forward a little, gripping the edges of the bench by her knees for support. her tail curls around her body, flush against one leg, as though it might offer some comfort. her eyes finally open once more and she glances sideways, trying to feel what may be swirling around in venat's mind and bracing against anything negative that might bubble to the surface.
she could say so many things, but the words ring hollow in her mind. so she takes a small breath and offers one small thing: ] Etheirys is beautiful, isn't it?
[ no mention of how sorry she is to nearly have caused its destruction, no mention of regrets. just one simple statement. etheirys is beautiful and for the first time, she can see it.
but of course, being who she is, unaccustomed to politeness when speaking to people, she adds on, ] I thought you had returned to the star.
[ and it's rather a large event that she had said "returned to the star" rather than "died." not that venat had been around for that originally, but meteion is... trying. she's not good at it, but she's trying. ]
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but now comes the hard part: how does she respond? she could simply speak with her mind, as she had always been best at, but somehow that feels... wrong. as though she owes more to this woman who had suffered so because of her misguided attempts to free etheirys.
and so, with her eyes still closed, she returns to her other form in a swirl of blue light. so small she is that her feet don't even touch the ground, so she leans forward a little, gripping the edges of the bench by her knees for support. her tail curls around her body, flush against one leg, as though it might offer some comfort. her eyes finally open once more and she glances sideways, trying to feel what may be swirling around in venat's mind and bracing against anything negative that might bubble to the surface.
she could say so many things, but the words ring hollow in her mind. so she takes a small breath and offers one small thing: ] Etheirys is beautiful, isn't it?
[ no mention of how sorry she is to nearly have caused its destruction, no mention of regrets. just one simple statement. etheirys is beautiful and for the first time, she can see it.
but of course, being who she is, unaccustomed to politeness when speaking to people, she adds on, ] I thought you had returned to the star.
[ and it's rather a large event that she had said "returned to the star" rather than "died." not that venat had been around for that originally, but meteion is... trying. she's not good at it, but she's trying. ]