02-10-2018, 03:13 AM
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there...
dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...
Loving with a love that was more than love
- Edgar Allen Poe
She watches the animal stalk, memories of a similar cat doing the same make her soul ache. A ghost of a smile softens Hestia’s face. She can’t pull her eyes away to read the girls feelings about this, but its clear enough in her voice that she wishes she had seen it. Hestia can’t bring herself to say anything, not when its so close to her she could touch it. A few minutes of it’s prowling, and the shape shatters floating back to the ground dissolving into nothing; as if it had never been. She’s not something you can forget. Absently she replies with the tender words.
When she hears what had perked the girls interest, Hestia’s attention is immediately snapped to the eyes that mirror her own leafy color. She listens as the girl continues. Scorch, such a familiar name. Hestia swears she should remember it, now it. How is it that you were not raised in the Amazons? Part of her wonders… she remembers a time when all the women were sent out looking for their princess. She hadn’t known the details, only felt the loss, the rage of the Jungle as their queen suffered and they marched through the lands looking for a newborn child that none of them had yet laid eyes on. She couldn’t remember which queen it had been, all of the queens she had served had suffered enormous tragedies. Plus she had been away, spying on one of the kingdoms at the time. Which one had it been? Chamber? Or was it the Dale? She shakes her head clearing the webbing thoughts from her mind. Well I look forward to working with you Volcan; I hope you find what it is that you are looking for here.
Neither of them could know that in a few days their queen would leave, and Hestia would be able to provide the girl with the means of doing what she came seeking to do here. Thus they stand there, Volcan smiling, and Hestia nodding in acknowledgement. Would you like a tour?
When she hears what had perked the girls interest, Hestia’s attention is immediately snapped to the eyes that mirror her own leafy color. She listens as the girl continues. Scorch, such a familiar name. Hestia swears she should remember it, now it. How is it that you were not raised in the Amazons? Part of her wonders… she remembers a time when all the women were sent out looking for their princess. She hadn’t known the details, only felt the loss, the rage of the Jungle as their queen suffered and they marched through the lands looking for a newborn child that none of them had yet laid eyes on. She couldn’t remember which queen it had been, all of the queens she had served had suffered enormous tragedies. Plus she had been away, spying on one of the kingdoms at the time. Which one had it been? Chamber? Or was it the Dale? She shakes her head clearing the webbing thoughts from her mind. Well I look forward to working with you Volcan; I hope you find what it is that you are looking for here.
Neither of them could know that in a few days their queen would leave, and Hestia would be able to provide the girl with the means of doing what she came seeking to do here. Thus they stand there, Volcan smiling, and Hestia nodding in acknowledgement. Would you like a tour?
Hestia
@[Volcan]
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