[The desert had vanished from the corner of Hayame's mind, even though it felt now that it had almost always been there, ever since a dryad's bond had forced them to share Communion and a demand for the god's blessing had permanently left a part of them in each other. It wasn't like the times they had turned from each other or felt consumed with anger or upset. It was not distant, not impenetrable... It was gone, and she could find no trace of sand or whiff of heat in the air no matter where she searched.
She had looked for him. She had asked after him- at least, she had asked some. Far too many of the people she suspected might know his whereabouts she personally despised or considered an enemy, and the last thing she would do is reveal to such people that Meridian had misplaced their god of war, let alone the fact that she as an individual might care about Set as a "friend". And so... She had no real answer for where he might have gone, or what might have happened to him. Even when he went into the Beyond, she had been able to vaguely sense him, and so-
There is only the conclusion that he must be dead, the rage of loss, and the fear of what could have killed him. Had he been shattered? Would he return? She does not know a single thing, and the paranoia grows.
But a few days later, when the sand begins to return, when she can feel a touch of warmth returning to that place... She is there immediately, the coalescing desert lapping at her hooves. Behind her is a storm, barely contained to the dark and ominous peak of the cold mountain, just waiting to be unleashed on whoever had done this, whether beast or Zenite-
Yet she does not speak. She waits, there at the edge, for him to show himself.]
after set's revival
She had looked for him. She had asked after him- at least, she had asked some. Far too many of the people she suspected might know his whereabouts she personally despised or considered an enemy, and the last thing she would do is reveal to such people that Meridian had misplaced their god of war, let alone the fact that she as an individual might care about Set as a "friend". And so... She had no real answer for where he might have gone, or what might have happened to him. Even when he went into the Beyond, she had been able to vaguely sense him, and so-
There is only the conclusion that he must be dead, the rage of loss, and the fear of what could have killed him. Had he been shattered? Would he return? She does not know a single thing, and the paranoia grows.
But a few days later, when the sand begins to return, when she can feel a touch of warmth returning to that place... She is there immediately, the coalescing desert lapping at her hooves. Behind her is a storm, barely contained to the dark and ominous peak of the cold mountain, just waiting to be unleashed on whoever had done this, whether beast or Zenite-
Yet she does not speak. She waits, there at the edge, for him to show himself.]