At the sight of the winged man, Edreina felt something flicker inside of her, as if she were recognizing the stranger. Alongside this feeling was one of awe and reverence. It took a tick, but Edreina recognized that the man before them was not of this earth, nor even this plane of existence. He had to be one of the immortal, one of the divine pantheon.
But, this instinct was counteracted by the worry that this was yet another illusion in some way, shape, or form. It... it could not be, there was no way. While the illusions had felt flat in some way, as if her mind was trying to tell her how wrong and illogical it was, the part of her mind that had recognized the strange god was screaming that he was real, that this entire situation was real.
This conflict lasted up until Razkar asked who Rhysol was. After many a day helping to tend to the knights of Syliras, Edreina had come to know a fair bit about the apparent scourge that was Rhysol. "He's the god of chaos and destruction. He looks to bring down all that Sylir stood for." Her voice was low, quiet as if simply reminding herself of the answer. Apparently, the urge to be awed by the stranger was winning out.
Blue eyes rose infinitesimally, just so that they could alight upon the unknown acquaintance once again. It was so strange, but she seemed to gain strength from such a simple glance. The fact that this was not an illusion was reaffirmed and she found herself sighing, relaxing visibly. Her ears had caught the conversation but it was only then that her mind followed it. "Even if it does not bring her back, such evil does not deserve to exist. But... if we were not to find him... them," Edreina knew not murderer or murderers, only the foul deed that now corrupted this woodland. "If we did not find them, eventually they would fall. It's only right. No one can put out so much evil and expect that none find them in the end. Even the father will soon learn the cost of pride." Her voice turned to acid at the thought of a family member turning against another, a father against a daughter no less.
She was quickly going off topic, but such was her way. Now that she had the courage to speak before so noble a creature, she put no effort into organizing her thoughts, only speaking her mind. "By betraying her, the father has fed Rhysol and such chaos cannot be controlled. It will find him and exact its cost. The men did the same by betraying nature..." An odd sort of flame entered Edreina's eyes as she glanced warily over at Razkar, knowing that this was another example of her belief going against his. A wayward strand of hair was placed behind Edreina's ear, punctuating the end of her thoughts and a desire to listen to what the others would say, particularly the god.
But, this instinct was counteracted by the worry that this was yet another illusion in some way, shape, or form. It... it could not be, there was no way. While the illusions had felt flat in some way, as if her mind was trying to tell her how wrong and illogical it was, the part of her mind that had recognized the strange god was screaming that he was real, that this entire situation was real.
This conflict lasted up until Razkar asked who Rhysol was. After many a day helping to tend to the knights of Syliras, Edreina had come to know a fair bit about the apparent scourge that was Rhysol. "He's the god of chaos and destruction. He looks to bring down all that Sylir stood for." Her voice was low, quiet as if simply reminding herself of the answer. Apparently, the urge to be awed by the stranger was winning out.
Blue eyes rose infinitesimally, just so that they could alight upon the unknown acquaintance once again. It was so strange, but she seemed to gain strength from such a simple glance. The fact that this was not an illusion was reaffirmed and she found herself sighing, relaxing visibly. Her ears had caught the conversation but it was only then that her mind followed it. "Even if it does not bring her back, such evil does not deserve to exist. But... if we were not to find him... them," Edreina knew not murderer or murderers, only the foul deed that now corrupted this woodland. "If we did not find them, eventually they would fall. It's only right. No one can put out so much evil and expect that none find them in the end. Even the father will soon learn the cost of pride." Her voice turned to acid at the thought of a family member turning against another, a father against a daughter no less.
She was quickly going off topic, but such was her way. Now that she had the courage to speak before so noble a creature, she put no effort into organizing her thoughts, only speaking her mind. "By betraying her, the father has fed Rhysol and such chaos cannot be controlled. It will find him and exact its cost. The men did the same by betraying nature..." An odd sort of flame entered Edreina's eyes as she glanced warily over at Razkar, knowing that this was another example of her belief going against his. A wayward strand of hair was placed behind Edreina's ear, punctuating the end of her thoughts and a desire to listen to what the others would say, particularly the god.