“I did,” she confirms: wordless and blinking- considering the truth in it. She had spoken of it long ago and to a few, often a cautionary warning of magic and Gods; but- in this moment the child is fearless and she steps towards Yidhra in a manner that reminds her Kalleis’ golden hair and her inquisitive nature. “I was not always a creature of the sea though.” she adds, allowing a single tendrils to reach out in an attempt to brush the girl’s cheek in an affectionate manner.
Takes a breath: she relaxes. “Where I was born, many centuries ago- hundreds of years. Perhaps thousands… my brothers and sisters all had great dark wings and our patron deity was a Raven whose cleverness could be rivaled. I felt, back then, that I was undeserving of my wings and so I shattered them- I broken every bone and tore them from my body. I left, too, walked the vast and endless world until I heard something.”
She swallows a lump in her throat.
“It was fragment of stone: a shard, part of a creature so old and timeless that it had no end to its power and twice I served it as a keeper, mother, and protector. I was given shape as a reward: mutable and molded into a creature like this but more. For a long time I hunted the oceans, stalked prey and lived a life tormented by the deeds I had done. No one would be my companion, and none would heed the warning I had to give; but then I came here, I stood on the shore and saw others.” Yidhra thinks about it, shaking her head softly.
“I have no companions still; but there is a fear of me, of what it means that a monster has come ashore- but you? My Darling little girl, you have no fear: and I see a sparkle in you that none else possessed… Chryseis: princess.”
In the moment she can see the reflection of Kalleis in the girl, see the flame and spark: all the fire she had… and Yidhra feels a pang of guilt and misery, a sorrow in her heart that is heavy and burdened. Like a blow struck on an old wound she can feel the pain and agony: the regret. Part of her wants to take the child, run and protect her; but she thinks of her enemies- of her allies, and she ponders if even they would stay their violent nature.
They would not.
Rue is her nature, magic and the consequences of it, and Yidhra thinks for a moment before speaking again. “Darling girl, do not strain yourself in feverish haze, you may need rest: it is often an ill-advised thing to go wandering about when you are sick.”
Yidhra
@[Chryseis]