09-28-2020, 08:10 PM
GRETA
I once held your soldier heart between my war teeth; shook it like a dog with a bone until it knew the fear of good love.
" Do you remember? "
She has nothing, and no one. There is nothing quite tying her to Beqanna, and everything that is pulling her back into the black abyss of Eight’s glass dome. There is a constant fear that edges on the horizon - the idea that she will hear his voice beckoning her back, commanding her to be shut away again. And what is there here to keep her fighting from his order? What could possibly help her grit her teeth, bite her lips until there is copper blood, and dig her hooves into the soft earth saying no, no, no - I will not go?
There is just one thing now - now that Ghaul has turned to rock and ash and death - and that is the corvid queen. That aged and wondrous soul she had met what feels so long ago. The one she had followed to the edge of battle with the urge to answer her query. The one she hardly knows, but feels drawn to like a red string. Why? She does not know. Perhaps it is her father, raging inside of her, keening towards the Raven queen as he once had. Perhaps it is simply feeling so lost, and needing some kind of force to drag her back to earth.
The mare had told her to go back to safety, to leave the scorched land they stood upon and seek refuge - a command to find her later. And so Greta left, her obedience forever keeping her in check. It did not feel like a harsh command, it was soft and gentle and tucked itself quietly in the corner of Greta’s mind. But it was there none the less.
The land was still sodden, but not soaked. Greta had watched the days pass, roaming the land to look for the new queen. Come and find me, she had said - and so Greta sought. She called into the caverns, she walked the path of the rivers, she climbed the achingly high mountains. And finally - Greta found her, fiercely at work, tendrils of magic seeping from her skin and into the land around them. She stayed a safe distance away, not wanting to distract the woman from her work, waiting for a moment when she would be least likely to interrupt.
“I found you. I was looking. You told me to look and I tried so very hard to. And now I have found you.”
@[Straia]