Anyone.

[Hestia]

sweet as sugar, hard as ice.
if you hurt me once, i'll kill you twice.

Hestia has known that feeling all too well. It’s something that has haunted her since the last piece of all she treasured had faded away. How does someone just move on when they have built an eternity around an idea that can never exist again? She tried fighting the loss, desperately she tried bringing her treasures back. All her efforts had failed, and she found herself floundering in a world she couldn’t recognize. She couldn’t bring herself to want to like this place. Not for a very long time. But then something happened, she ran into a dear old friend, and like a healing balm he had helped her soul settle.

She hears someone, but it’s so rare that she answers these sorts of calls that she surprises herself when she begins making her way to this one. Hestia has an inkling, and those have always proved to be good to follow up on. When she does make it up from the beach to the sea grass plain, there stands a mare watching a leopard dance in the air. When she is within hearing distance the black hag sounds an approving purr. There’s a sight I never thought I’d see again, nostalgia washes over her as she watches the remnant of a beloved friend.

Her tail switches absently and for a moment she remains silent, remembering the thrilling brush of the wild creature caressing them into an unbreakable bond. Hello, she finally turns her attention back to the mare. She’s a little curious as to why the other chose that shape to flit around in this land. Normally Hestia chalks other’s choices up to just simple whims. This feels different somehow and she finds herself wanting to know why. How to frame that into a question she hasn’t quite decided, so the old witch finds herself simply waiting for the right moment. Creating a little small talk in the meantime. What brings you to Nerine?

Hestia

@[Volcan]