Re: Kylie (Courage Wolf)
Hate to say it but were you, the 'You' back on your home island, and this woman had approached, you'd have sung uncontrollably for her pleasure and wept at her feet. They hide now, no ill will for their children, but the humans... And the other races, they stare at a world they never wanted to change over run with races that were, to them at the time, nothing more then vermin or livestock. Humans were savages apes with nothing to offer, orcs were monsters. As they stood at the foot of the old gods and looked down with them on the lesser races. They are so few now, their culture existing only in the memories of the few still alive, and with the immortals who hold their memories of them as dear and precious things to be cherished. I would speak to this woman, as I'm sure she would speak with you. But Kalt, this shard, why is she sharing her body with her? Tidecaller mused while Kalt held herself strong and tall while Giselle answered, but she wanted to cry and scream and shout and destroy. She was held back by Giselle and Idris, by their words, and their presence, and by the woman holding her soul close comforting and protecting. And then Giselle heard the Alfar brush her mind with her own voice.
We used to keep creatures like your lover... as pets and confidants, sometimes as bedmates. Strong and Unique, and so fragile at times. This one is like glass, so quick to cut, but so easy to break. I had almost forgotten and she came to me. Sirens are born in threes. Will you share what you've found of your past, with your sisters Sweet Singer? she asked her, seeming... very... protective, of Kalt in her nostalgia, like she'd found a precious memory as Kalt had dropped into her lap. Her hatred of the humans below was undeniable, but there was no ill will in her for Giselle, or for Kylie and her various pieces.
Even our children are so few now in the face of the Filth's overwhelming ability to breed and swarm and consume. Even in our rage we understand that our time came and went, as does all things. Our gods were not your gods. But we speak with them all the same, as we do eachother. Made of magic and... humans, and the chaos, and the light. This one is beautifully crafted, and nature helped sculpt her, and love polished her to a shine. Would you see, had you the eyes for it, the true form of your love? Instead of the flesh the world has clothed her in? she asked, seeming very interested in the younger fey's thoughts and interests right now regarding Kylie. And then Giselle noticed it, while she was speaking, Kalt's eyes were alert and attentive, but everything else had frozen around them. Tyria wanted to speak. She's been... very kind to me.... I would...we would.. appreciate it, if you indulged her Giselle. If you could... please. Kalt said softly, seeming embarrassed about needing to ask Giselle for this while Giselle saw what Ichiro had seen before, as another Kalt split from the body of the woman, only her eyes were not blue, they were green without pupil or iris, simply a pair of emeralds staring at her, and a soft smile on her lips for what she saw likely as a great great grandchild.
We have the time, if you'd indulge me youngling. Kalt is my first visitor in many centuries. The wolfkin was interesting, earnest, brave, very brave, but I worry for his future. So ready to risk his life. And here you are, finally, another of our children to make the journey, mayhaps not your intention but here you are regardless. Tyria said softly, sitting crosslegged in the snow.
