Svasra looked towards Dragul as he cleared his throat, eyebrow slightly raised. Though she had asked the question before, Dragul had a habit of avoiding answering her questions straight-forward. Svasra thought he would take the same route again, but as Dragul did throw in his bit of theory, he answered it wasn't easy. How could it be? Svasra wondered if he had gone back since he'd left; did he have a family? Though, as she thought about it, he never mentioned them as they spoke. Perhaps he didn't have what she did to leave behind, which gave him the courage to leave alone.
Though he made a good point, there were many horizons to explore. "The choice is mine," she echoed, looking past Dragul towards the sky he gestured towards. It stretched on forever, even past the outline of Avanthal in the distance, surrounding her in an endless way she struggled to comprehend. Though Svasra knew it was impossible to reach the horizon, she did wonder what would come as she chased it, what adventures she would go on, and stories she would create.
"The horizon is big, Dragul," Svasra said as she turned Frozen Tundra around towards Avanthal. "Looking at it, where it ... ah, meets the ground ..." Svasra blew out a soft breath as she stroked Tundra's neck, the Frostmarch snorting as he trotted along. "Makes you feel ... small. Very tiny. One speck." Insignificant. Yet, in a way she wasn't. Svasra was one part of a large web, with small threads connecting every fate and every move.
Perhaps her thread was small, and thin. Perhaps it didn't go very far before it looped back home to twine with her parents once more. Yet, Svasra knew someone - or something - was tugging it out of Avanthal. Towards the horizons, where the land met the sky. "Maybe ... not to small for two," she mused, casting a glance towards Dragul with a gentle smile.
Maybe there was no string, and no fate, though as the Gods walked midst the mortals she knew their power true. If Morwen ruled Avanthal as queen, and Mizahar as a Goddess of Winter, what prevented the god of fate to plan how people would walk among the Gods? Then again, it seemed tedious to outline every life that transpired. Fate was a fickle thing, wasn't it? Svasra decided not to try to decide whether it was a string tugging her in the right direction, her own intuition, or the mindless wanderings of a lost woman. She knew she had to leave, and it would be soon.
Note: "Svasra speaking Vani, Svasra speaking Common"
Though he made a good point, there were many horizons to explore. "The choice is mine," she echoed, looking past Dragul towards the sky he gestured towards. It stretched on forever, even past the outline of Avanthal in the distance, surrounding her in an endless way she struggled to comprehend. Though Svasra knew it was impossible to reach the horizon, she did wonder what would come as she chased it, what adventures she would go on, and stories she would create.
"The horizon is big, Dragul," Svasra said as she turned Frozen Tundra around towards Avanthal. "Looking at it, where it ... ah, meets the ground ..." Svasra blew out a soft breath as she stroked Tundra's neck, the Frostmarch snorting as he trotted along. "Makes you feel ... small. Very tiny. One speck." Insignificant. Yet, in a way she wasn't. Svasra was one part of a large web, with small threads connecting every fate and every move.
Perhaps her thread was small, and thin. Perhaps it didn't go very far before it looped back home to twine with her parents once more. Yet, Svasra knew someone - or something - was tugging it out of Avanthal. Towards the horizons, where the land met the sky. "Maybe ... not to small for two," she mused, casting a glance towards Dragul with a gentle smile.
Maybe there was no string, and no fate, though as the Gods walked midst the mortals she knew their power true. If Morwen ruled Avanthal as queen, and Mizahar as a Goddess of Winter, what prevented the god of fate to plan how people would walk among the Gods? Then again, it seemed tedious to outline every life that transpired. Fate was a fickle thing, wasn't it? Svasra decided not to try to decide whether it was a string tugging her in the right direction, her own intuition, or the mindless wanderings of a lost woman. She knew she had to leave, and it would be soon.
Note: "Svasra speaking Vani, Svasra speaking Common"
