Scene 1: Journeys and Finding
"Ahhh...."
Seeks What Is Forgotten let out a rasping noise more akin to a wheeze than a sigh. His robes rustled, and looking down she would likely have noticed that his skeletal hands had emerged from their normal hiding space within the depths of his robes. He held something, working and weaving it around his fingers, and close inspection would have revealed a dark knot of human hair. No, not a knot, for even know he worked and wove it into a surprisingly thin braid. This his boney fingers were weaving into a cat's cradle of ever increasing sophistication and complexity.
"My apologies, Slender Willow Swaying. It's been a bit since I've been around so much... humanity."
He looked about himself from within his cowled hood as he said the word, making no attempt to hide any of the complicated emotions it brought forward for him.
"Guess the old instincts took over, and she always slips in when that happens."
At the word "instincts," he held up the cat's cradle of human hair, as if that explained anything. He didn't have to say who "she" was, he'd made no secret of his divided loyalties early on in their travels, the moment he'd suspected that the other Lunar would react with no fear at the revelation. If he'd come to understand anything at all about his companion in their travels together, it was that fear was not among her list of character flaws. She threw herself at the world as if she intended to shatter it to pieces through sheer bloody determination, and as far as he knew, she did.
Mara he should have expected, and he chided himself that he hadn't realized. He was an oddity among his kind, despite his limited experience with other Celestials he knew that. She was taunting him for it, and frankly, he deserved her mockery. She knew as well as he did that she'd already taught him all that he needed to hunt. With the hair within his fingers even now he could call on the sorcery she had taught him, engaging in a hunt quite unlike any that his fellow Lunars might follow. He hungered for it even now, that blending of Luna's gifts and Mara's teachings.
"The sooner I have some space to weave my shadows, I'll get my head clear."
He said at last, pulling himself from his reverie.
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