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[Aranea]

Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies, across this new divide Aranea could only imagine what it was like to live a life as long as he or her mother had. Next to many she herself was ancient, kept youthful only by the magic of immortality (it had been gone for a while, now, and she had begun to feel the ache of aging in her bones. a visit to the gods would be necessary, soon), but next to him she was a babe. A suckling child that had yet to grow weary of life - of the thrill of power and achievement. It was only silence of which she grew tired - the lack of words an invisible cage to which she had been confined for FAR too long. But yes she is grateful for his presence; he knew of her cage and he accepted her despite it. Or, perhaps, because of it. Would he appreciate her as much once she had regained her flame? Once she was able to fan the coals with her voice (because she WOULD find it, somehow) would he still seek her company? Aranea didn't mull this thought over for too long but instead allowed herself to be swept up by his question. A snort - amused, perhaps - at the mention of quiet. It could have been a pun even though she recognized he did not mean it as one. For her it was always quiet; he must speak for the both of them. But was Tephra quiet? The shadowy mare tossed her head. Even though the kingdom did not explode with action she did not think of it as quiet. Slumbering, perhaps, or merely enjoying peace while its individuals scrambled to put back together their lives. Beqanna had dumped them all on their heads and not all had found their footing, yet. Fiery eyes riveted on her companion and in them burned a question - would he stay? Would he add his own voice to the quiet hum of kingdom life yet again?