A Talk of Time (Kyra)

[Aello]

"Ahh, but you were not told you would wither Kyra, merely age, very very swiftly," the huntress commented before falling silent a few moments, shaking her head. "You may say that Dira is an old friend. I do not fear the day she comes to claim me, as some others might." The huntress breathed deeply in through the nose, and out through the mouth. "The undead, although some may argue they merely prolong and steal in the hopes to learn all that there is before they die." Her hand rose but an inch, rising and falling in an unsteady a wave. "Claiming to be intellectuals who do not disturb the balance of life's cycle. Beginning and ending, perhaps starting anew in an endless circle. A river that starts and concludes at the mouth..." Aello's hand fell onto her knee. "Their bodies diminish the fastest. Perhaps that is why their skin breaks, and their eyes become sunken and hollow," the huntress whispered. "It is Dira's curse, for she wishes them to die for eluding her. Disrupting her peace..."

[Kyra]

Kyra blinked twice as she stared at the woman in silence. Now the huntress was playing on words, perhaps to confuse the young kelvic more. But she found her next words much more interesting. "You..know Dira?" It became hard for her to take humans seriously, or to know when they were making a joke or simply lying as many did. The longer she spend with people the more she understood their mannerisms and picked up on their quirks, but until then it was hard to figure them out.

The girl started to say more, but Aello continued and started to speak of the undead. It was a new subject for her and one that she hadn't heard many speak about. But with Aello the strange and unnatural seemed normal. "Have you seen them, these undead, are they like the Ghost in the cave?"

Kyra sat up straight now, rucking her legs behind her where her knees bent and she sat on her calves. She stared at the huntress, her hands placed into her lap as she listened to what else she had to say. Ever curious she was, and Aello seemed to know all the fun stories and interesting subjects to talk about. "So then..Dira doesn't care for these undead?"

[Aello]

Aello nodded. "We met once, a long, long time ago," she said simply, her eyes rising to meet the skin as her neck craned. Searching for the stars that lingered behind the smoky veil cast by her roaring fire. Its smoldering embers. "She wanted me to hunt for her. To kill one of the undead that lived in Ravok." A sharp breath left her as her eyes fell, "but I only served to disappoint her." The fire's light danced across her features, as the pycon huddled a little closer. Perhaps cold, or perhaps to offer her own sort of comfort. "The undead look nothing like the ghost we met Kyra. Their forms are solid, though feeble. Dark, yet pallid. Fading, crackling, but not transparent. Their bodies are unhollowed, without the stain of their passing," she said simply before falling silent for a time Forcing herself to look up. "But why does any of this matter to you?"

[Kyra]

Kyra sat silently as Aello continued, this was one of the more interesting conversations that she had when talking to humans. Most of the time it was more about their personal lives and desires than of anything she cared about. But Aello, being the forest witch that Kyra knew she was, had more knowledge and stories to tell than just the average person.

"You know a lot Aello, do tell me more. What else do you know? More Gods, strange and unnatural creatures?"

Kyra was a curious kitten to be sure, but when her interest was peeked, she became even more so, which brought about more questions at a faster pace.

"Do you worship any Gods? What happened between you and Dira after you failed her? " These questions would continue on until either Aello exhausted the girl of her questions or tired her self. "The Gods have powers..yes? Is that how you became a forest witch?"

[Aello]

"More or less," the huntress said simply, as she stared into Kyra's eyes. "There are others that know my truths. What lies within the depths of my heart." She paused a moment. "Some share our voices raised in prayer, while others remain apart." The pycon nodded. "There is the god of crows. The goddess who knows all time." She offered a faint smile. "A goddess whose face I haven't seen since my failure." Aello fell silent a moment, as she breathed deeply in through the nose and out through the mouth, considering her words. "Each wields power within their own rights; bares gift that they can bestow upon the mortal world. But that does not mean that they bother. Some of the others being rather cruel." Her smile widened as her eyes glimmered. "But the gods have not made me all that I've become. That was the work of my own hand." "Just as I have molded myself," Lily commented. "Despite my own faith; the contents of my body." The pair smiled in unison. "And what of you Kyra? Whom do you owe your allegiance, until the end of all time?"

[Kyra]

"God of Crows?" she asked as she blinked. The girl had never heard of this god, or rather the name itself. "What does he do..with the crows?"

More revelations came from Aello, and Kyra took in her words and attempted to commit them to memory. "A Goddess of time? what do these Gods do? You say that some are cruel, do they not care for those who follow them?"

Kyra remembered the stories that her mother told her about Rhysol and his grace. She had always spoke highly of him as the beast of the Gods, but since her death Kyra's faith had started to fade until the point in which she no longer cared at all. The young kelvic already knew the answer to her question about Gods being cruel, she just wanted to hear it from someone else. Someone who seemed to have divine connections.

Suddenly she yawn a bit, even stretching her arms upward before she settled back again. "I owe them nothing, no one...not any longer."

[Aello]

The huntress shrugged. "Many things; perhaps not all that we can fathom," she said simply, blinking away the sting of smoke from her eyes. "Good and bad to prove that they care, or perhaps... don't." She paused a moment, as Lily angled closer to her side. "It is difficult to understand the minds of the gods... their sometimes whimsical natures..." Her voice trailed off. "It'd be unwise to pretend to understand any of them at any great length. Despite reading of them, praying, even meeting them face to face." The huntress sighed. "How could you owe them nothing?" Aello asked. "When you used to serve before? Perhaps if only a heart's string..." For a long time, the huntress fell silent. "Who was it?" she whispered.

[Kyra]

Kyra started to yawn and lifted her arms well above her head as she arched her back into the stretch. Aello was an interesting human and forest witch at times, but at the moment she was boring the young kelvic to sleep. She opened her mouth, a loud and long yawn escaping as she slowly fell back onto the ground.

"My mother believed in Rhysol, but she's gone now...and so is he." she replied simply.

She was tired now, and with the warmth of the fire coaxing her into submission, Kyra started to drift off to sleep. If Aello said anymore it would surely fall on deaf ears and she might get a grumble in return her for efforts.

"They could be nicer, is all..."

[Aello]

At the mention of the dark god's name, the hair on the back of the huntress' neck bristled, although she said nothing. Choosing instead to simply stare into the smoldering fire, and listen to it crackle as the cat yawned, stretching herself out. She could feel the pycon inch closer to her side as the Kelvic began to drift off into sleep. What a lazy creature, the huntress thought to herself as muddied irises drifted over huddled form, and then to Lily. "Goodnight then," she whispered, as she got up and stalked off into the night.

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