I sold my soul for this [Walter]

[Hestia]

If only she could hear that thought. She’d not know if to laugh, or to be disgusted. Or roll her eyes as she is not completely innocent of the inner workings of a male’s mind. What she does do is chuckle at his joke about her flames. He doesn’t know, and she only knows a small fraction of the trouble she is about to cause in the land. But it’s a good thing. It will bolster Nerine should it all work out. If it doesn’t… Well her mind is quickly distracted, and they trade quips until he once again presses further than she is normally comfortable in sharing.

For a moment she doesn’t respond. A thing came to me from the ocean, I don’t know what it was. But she gave me time to speak to Fennick. her voice deadens, unable to process any emotion about what had happened between the two on that night. Rushing through that piece of information. Not giving any of the details. Except for one, and it’s shown with the next words out of her mouth. He abandoned my children. she refuses to call them his now. They are not his any longer. Not if he chose to leave them. Her gaze returns to Walter. A smile dripping with sarcasm on her lips. Apparently I’ve suffered enough pain to warrant what you’ve seen along with the restoration of my immortality. Oh the irony. She does a fanciful bow one wing crossing over her chest and the other outstretched doing a spiral to further push across her sarcasm. She’d not gone up the mountain in search of a quest. Always having been content with who she is. Instead the quester came to her, and she’d not even known it. She’d heard of the quests and shuddered at the idea of going to one. Yet she participated without even knowing she’d done so.

They change topics once more and she quirks a smile at his reply. She shifts nervously, hesitating to respond right away. Her green eyes flicking between him and her wings. Well… she squints a little drilling him with a hard look. Don’t you ever speak of us doing this to anyone. She can’t believe that she is even considering this, but she is. Hestia takes off after him, cantering as elegantly as she can manage. Watching for anyone that may spot the two. Could things get any more embarrassing?

No don’t answer that, she doesn’t want to know. He picks a spot and she slows when reaching his side. Her wings clamped tightly to her sides as her tail is to her rump. What have I gotten myself into, she murmurs the words nervously shifting at his side. Unsure if she can follow through on this idea. If it was possible her skin would be ashy right now. Sick with fear. Out of everything she’s experienced. Out of all that she has done. Why’d it have to be flying? She doesn’t even realize that she’s spoken out loud. Her muscles trembling with the nerves. Has she mentioned that she’s got a fear of heights? It’s different when on the cliff, there is a whole sprawling land behind her. On the path there is a side blocked off from the cliff wall. Something about something solid on at least one side of her makes heights okay. But this kind of height? Her lips thin and eyes flick to look at him. What the fuck was she thinking?

HESTIA

The devil whispered in my ear, you’ll never survive the storm
I whispered back, I am the storm