Terran
I can never know what lingers in the darkness of Titanya’s heart. I will never be privy to her secrets or the past we never shared, I’ll never know what it was like for her - roaming all those years alone with so much knowing and no way out.
I can only relate with her on the level I know best: familial. The fact that she’s changed makes no difference (I look and act differently too) because beneath it all there’s still the hint of her, the same sister I left so long ago.
How long ago had it been? Ramiel had ascended, I remember that. I remember feeling that my own destiny was not carved out for greatness and so I’d left; it seemed easier that way. But I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have gone and assumed that in my wake, everything would remain whole and perfect. It was a child’s dream, one I’d held onto for so long that it became a reality. A reality that left me hopelessly alone and close to wild, close to forgetting everything that made me who I am.
So I’m glad she’s back.
“Oh hello to you too.” I mumble, breaking free from the clinging vines and new growth that seemed to inhibit me at every turn. I feel trapped here sometimes too - no space to spread my wings or drift, only winding trails and shadowy thickets. “I was on my way out to find you.” I smile, easing into a halt before ruffling the overlarge appendages on my back. I still can’t seem to shake the feeling of wonder at her being here. Titanya, alive and well. Titanya, here in Taiga and willing to live what remainder of a life I had with my small (and somewhat confusing) brood.
I feel almost whole again. “Ander and Jinju will be excited but I’d rather hold off on informing them for a bit.” I chuckle, curving my bald face away from her to manage some quick preening, “They’ll have a million questions and selfishly, I’d like my own answered first.” I explain, turning back to her with a heavy sigh now that I’m settled for conversation.
I’d rather not scratch at the past, it belongs to memories, the heart, and nothing else but the absence of a lifetime is too tempting to leave alone. “What ever happened to you?” I offer as a way of beginning, unbidden sadness reaching the usually warm depths of my eyes.
All around these golden beacons, I see nothing but black
@[Titanya]