Falling like ashes to the ground

Between the puffs, Megara giggled.[color=#008e02] “Yeah it is. Aww, I can’t swing by for sugar though, or a glass of milk. Antiva’s pretty big.”[/color] With a shrug, she relaxed deeper into the trunk behind. Herb mellowed both body and mind as he spoke. She grinned along, until he spoke a word, a name of somewhere unfamiliar. [color=#008e02]“...Oh.”[/color] Her smile slowly widened. [color=#008e02]“I guess it must be really weird for you, yeah? After all that time asleep?” [/color]

She had some understanding of it. Her mind sometimes called places different as Sylaise’s consciousness melded with her own, bled through enough that Meg wasn’t sure where her mind ended and Sylaises’ began. While they had some balance, and Sylaise herself chose only to intervene when asked, there was a great deal of unknown when it came to finding the rest of the Hearth’s pieces.

[color=#cccccc]You have no need to be afraid, Megara. I will see that no harm comes to you. [/color]

[color=#008e02]“... You must have had one stiff neck. I get a stiff neck when I sleep too long too.”[/color] The few she had met hadn’t mentioned it, but why would they? They shared some things, but there was a great suspicion cast on the ‘young ones’.

[color=#cccccc]Now you are doubting your potential. Stop it. [/color]