[ She can sense it... the feeling of resignation. Such a feeling her sisters had encountered again and again. Some elated at the concept of the end, some feared it, and others merely accepted and resigned to it. Oh, it hurts that Hermes has fallen to that feeling as well. Hermes, the one who created her, the one who so desperately wished to improve the star he loved and found none that might understand his vision. He stands before her now, diluted in aether like those that came to the nest, and so willing to embrace some form of punishment... or perhaps even oblivion.
Meteion knows nothing of what he had done as his time as Fandaniel, Amon, then Fandaniel once more. She knows that the sisters seemed sad at the fate delivered to him, and now she can see why. He is very much not the man that she would accompany in the fields of Elpis. No, instead, he hurts so deeply...and hates himself so deeply.
The meaning of her life... ]
Have you not found the meaning for your life, Hermes? [ Has the answers of Etheirys not been enough? Has the answers her sisters found pulled him down so deeply that he cannot hope? Her fingers curl around his hands as his own curl, attempting to interact with his dynamis so he might understand what it is she feels. ] ...was our answer too late?
[ An overwhelming sense of fear of failure rises in her. Feelings she had learned from the pair of sisters, but only now truly understands. No wonder they had so desperately tried to reach her and her sisters... the fear of losing one that she deeply loves... and it is the fear of losing him to something greater than death. For, there are so many things that are worse than the parting of souls to the aetheric sea. ]
They wished to bring me, and my sisters, home to Etheirys. Although my sisters would not listen to them.
[ One wing atop her head lifts slightly as she hears words faintly in the sea around them. Ones that ride upon the dynamis there, hoping to reach all souls that reside there. Think... feel... listen...
Why does the voice sound so familiar?
Meteion looks back to Hermes--Fandaniel now. Her meaning to her existence. One she gave to herself after meeting the sisters. The one that can reach all the worlds and bathe them in comfort, no matter how much they hurt. ]
Nothing can undo what my sisters and I have done. But, perhaps, I might promise that things will be better. It may take time, but, those painful things will turn into things that are good and happy once more.
[ Meteion's talons claw into the hard floor beneath her as she sways her weight as she would all those days ago. Then, one hand leaves his in order to retrieve the small gift she carried with her all this way. She then extends the small hand up to him, revealing a very jaggedly pulled familiar flower. It glows of white warmly, and while she knows he cannot take it physically, she hopes the meaning might yet reach him. ]
I wish to sing a song that will bring hope and comfort to any that hear it. [ She pauses for a moment. ] May... I sing it to you? The first to hear it among all the stars... to make certain it is a good song.
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[ She can sense it... the feeling of resignation. Such a feeling her sisters had encountered again and again. Some elated at the concept of the end, some feared it, and others merely accepted and resigned to it. Oh, it hurts that Hermes has fallen to that feeling as well. Hermes, the one who created her, the one who so desperately wished to improve the star he loved and found none that might understand his vision. He stands before her now, diluted in aether like those that came to the nest, and so willing to embrace some form of punishment... or perhaps even oblivion.
Meteion knows nothing of what he had done as his time as Fandaniel, Amon, then Fandaniel once more. She knows that the sisters seemed sad at the fate delivered to him, and now she can see why. He is very much not the man that she would accompany in the fields of Elpis. No, instead, he hurts so deeply...and hates himself so deeply.
The meaning of her life... ]
Have you not found the meaning for your life, Hermes? [ Has the answers of Etheirys not been enough? Has the answers her sisters found pulled him down so deeply that he cannot hope? Her fingers curl around his hands as his own curl, attempting to interact with his dynamis so he might understand what it is she feels. ] ...was our answer too late?
[ An overwhelming sense of fear of failure rises in her. Feelings she had learned from the pair of sisters, but only now truly understands. No wonder they had so desperately tried to reach her and her sisters... the fear of losing one that she deeply loves... and it is the fear of losing him to something greater than death. For, there are so many things that are worse than the parting of souls to the aetheric sea. ]
They wished to bring me, and my sisters, home to Etheirys. Although my sisters would not listen to them.
[ One wing atop her head lifts slightly as she hears words faintly in the sea around them. Ones that ride upon the dynamis there, hoping to reach all souls that reside there. Think... feel... listen...
Why does the voice sound so familiar?
Meteion looks back to Hermes--Fandaniel now. Her meaning to her existence. One she gave to herself after meeting the sisters. The one that can reach all the worlds and bathe them in comfort, no matter how much they hurt. ]
Nothing can undo what my sisters and I have done. But, perhaps, I might promise that things will be better. It may take time, but, those painful things will turn into things that are good and happy once more.
[ Meteion's talons claw into the hard floor beneath her as she sways her weight as she would all those days ago. Then, one hand leaves his in order to retrieve the small gift she carried with her all this way. She then extends the small hand up to him, revealing a very jaggedly pulled familiar flower. It glows of white warmly, and while she knows he cannot take it physically, she hopes the meaning might yet reach him. ]
I wish to sing a song that will bring hope and comfort to any that hear it. [ She pauses for a moment. ] May... I sing it to you? The first to hear it among all the stars... to make certain it is a good song.