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*Eve* · (This post was last modified: Jun 05 2016, 02:08 PM by Eve.)

Eve had many more things to say to Czernobog. She had many points to prove and warnings that the boar probably wouldn't heed, but she had to leave. Tears that threatened to pour out of her eyes in Fornax began showing themselves the second she turned and began flying back out into the tunnel.

She bopped up and down in the air, as though her own emotions were physically weighing her down. She took the route straight to Pisces with the intention of crawling back into her nest and not coming back out for a while, allowing the liquid emotion to drip down her feathers for as long as they had to, but the second she caught sight of the little nest lined with twigs and feathers, small shinies tucked and hidden under layers of discarded, shedded fur she felt an ache deep within her chest, that pulled her away from this 'home' and to another.

Pisces had definitely not felt like a new home for the crow; Leon had welcomed her with open arms but she was hesitant in interacting with the other gembounds. Aquarian and his Children had been her family for as long as she could remember: before her feathers had fully developed and her gemstone talon wasn't missing it's nail. She couldn't replace what she had with the Children of Rot and she couldn't change what Dragon had done to Tal'at. Her mind was in Pisces, trying to move on, but her heart was still lost in the mists of Cetus.

She'd have to go find it.

The crow turned and headed out the exit of Pisces that lead directly into Cetus, and paused. Through the mists nothing had changed, as though it had frozen in time ever since Eve left all those cycles ago. A part of her was simultaneously relieved and also disappointed that there was no flames curling around the trunks of trees and licking at the ceiling, threatening to push towards the waters where Aquarian slept, but she dismissed it for now.

The route to her nest - her old nest - had been engraved into her mind; she knew every tree that came before it and every tree that came after it. It took her no time to flutter through the mists and into the Groves, where she found the tree she had retired to every day when she was younger.

Her nest was a horribly decrepit little thing, her collection of shiny things had been moved to Pisces over several flights to help her settle in but they never truly belonged there. The black feathers, some glowing, had long been removed from her nest from the faintest breeze and the twigs were falling apart. Privately, Eve wanted to make comparisons to the nest to how she felt now, but something about that felt horribly dramatic and she was never really one for theatrics.

But then, in that moment, with tears staining the soft down feathers around her face and the mist clinging to her tiny dark body, she remembered Tal'at and how she promised to make him a nest of his own. She remembered how he'd often visit her and sit in her nest. She remembered how much she missed him.

She reached out to the nest, and very gently nudged it with her beak. "I'm sorry," she murmured, all strength and confidence gone from her voice. Even the anger she had spat into Czernobog's face were gone. She sounded like a completely different person, voice wavering and throat dry. "I'm so sorry, Tal'at." He couldn't hear her and she knew he couldn't. She could scream into the heavens for hours on end and he wouldn't hear her. That's just how death worked, after all.

Once Eve had pulled herself together, the next while was spent fixing each and every twig in the old nest. She plucked feathers blacker than the void itself: lining the nest with soft - albeit damp - feathers, blood and down alike. It didn't take her very long for her to finish the nest, perhaps not as comfortable or welcoming as it had once been, but definitely one someone could sleep in.

She did not have the urge to sleep, however. The crow didn't even touch the nest once she had completed it. It wasn't hers and Cetus wasn't her home anymore. She felt herself stifling more tears as she sat on the branch staring at it; wondering if she could ever sleep again after blowing up at Czernobog.

Eve had many more things to say to Czernobog, but the thing she wanted to say most was 'sorry.'

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