[ in so providing more kindling for the tiny flame that rests within meteion's breast, venat is giving the whole of the world one more gift. perhaps it will be her last to the people of etheirys or perhaps not, but it will be a way to help them, as she has done so many times before.

both of these people have been alive for so long and experienced so much. it's venat's time to rest and turn the safety of etheirys over to her champion and the people left alive. meteion will carry the flame anew, in venat's stead, ready to shepherd those in need.

still child-like in so many ways, she tilts her head curiously. a tale of the reflections? or one of them, perhaps... ]

Etheirys was sundered when Zodiark was, to save it from him. From us. We have not yet seen the other reflections. We only know what we have heard.

[ and just like a child, she leans forward slightly, body turned a little more to face venat, hanging on her every word. for one so empathic, tied to a man who was always rightfully sad, hope has ever been a difficult concept. but just like a child listening to her teacher, meteion leans into the story, trying her best to find the connections as they go. ]