She watches his surprise, uses the awe he displays to sooth her angry pride. She see’s no sign of fear, no nuance of the typical cower most display when they know their life could end at any moment. She mocks him with another syllable before leaving him to think on his idiocy. One last whip of her tail and her ruffled pride settles back into it’s slumber.
The path is narrow, yet she feels the warmth of a body coming up to her side. She huffs her annoyance, flicking her ears back against her skull. As if it couldn’t get any worse, the narrowness does not allow her to escape the tight press of their bodies against one another. She tries to bring out her armor once more, but all that comes is a few sparks and heated skin before dying out. They told she would gain control in a year, and the end of the year can’t come soon enough for her, even if it’s so much better than when she had first received the gift. There have been many times has she needlessly embarrassed herself because of the out of control reaction it gives off from her emotions.
He speaks, and she can feel his voice in her bones. Her eyes flick towards him, it seems that her grumpy highness isn’t allowed to be grumpy anymore, for every turn of the corner someone is there either making her feel better or pushing past her limits without thought to what they risk. Each time they do this she ends up letting it slide. Hestia can’t recognize herself anymore. This is not the tough Amazonian who could take on the world and laugh about it at the end of the day. Now every thought is completely consumed, and in a way, she resents it. She liked being carefree. Why did she agree again? Oh yea, because Nayl’s daughter asked her to, and she very well couldn’t look Nayl in the face if she’d not let the girl take her leave as she needed. Plus there was the matter of her own desire for redemption… putting all the complicated messy situations of life aside. The real reason for resentment is that she now needs to confine her thoughts, and not let them run from her mouth without first considering all the damage they could do. THIS guy however, a wry smile crosses her lips at some point. She thinks even his kingdom would forgive her for lacking control here. If he has a kingdom that is.
He says the magic words that pull her out of her sullen ramblings, Frigid? it comes out quietly, but her temper is slicing through her tone. She is familiar with the saying. Has heard it many times, but it is not something that she ahs heard used on her since she’s risen to her current position in life. She must like it though, she doesn’t burn him to a crisp, nor does she tell him exactly who it is that he speaks too. At this point she’s gotten tired of trying to lose him, they are losing daylight, and it’s to late to make the meeting now. So she begins the trek home. The silence is beginning to wear as well, but how does one save face and manage to strike up a conversation at this point? She’s been silent to long to make a complete 180 now.
When they arrive at her borders she hesitates for a moment, not stepping from the cover of trees and hills. Instead she turns to him feeling a little tiny bit vulnerable. This is her home, does she really want to bring this stranger here? She has a feeling that should she cross that border with him something more is going to change in her life. The black hag has had so much change already, can’t she be selfish this once. One last time she looks into his strange eyes and this time her voice lacks the sharpness, its just simply quiet. Why have you followed me so far Murc?
HESTIA
The devil whispered in my ear, you’ll never survive the storm
I whispered back, I am the storm
@[Murc]
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