the world has gained a sort of quiet.
hybris had returned when there had been a certain busyness - now things had quieted. it was the way of beqanna, a way she was familiar with, but still she did not feel as though she had truly returned. perhaps it was because a piece of her was still missing, a piece that she had once wished gone and now ached to have return. hybris had learned to live with the influx of thoughts, had adapted and fine-tuned her mind to become a sort of storage facility. infortmation was constant and unstoppable and she had taught herself to tune it out, to store it away, and to only draw on it when necessary.
now she yearned for information - it made sense that she would come to this meeting with that in mind.
hybris had served the jungle for many years as a diplomat and peace-keeper. she had fought for it, too, but her way was with words. it was a gift from her mother, the way that she could spin a web with her words, and she cherished it and used it.
this... this was different. a spiritual caste? offering up your womb? hybris snorted at the notion as she found it did not sit entirely well with her. to raise a child to follow in one's hoofprints was one thing - to be expected was another thing entirely. call her old fashioned, but it seemed a little... much.
"I am hybris," she offered, but did not press questions. those that she wished to have answered had already been asked, and she felt no need to be repetitive. for now she listened - opinions and input could come later.
hybris ; it was but a dream within a dream
