[Another pair had visited the tree as the god of war slumbered in the soil, his body reforming around his shard. Accompanied by Byleth, Hayame had looked for him there after she had searched for him at his shrine in the Beyond with Liem, after she had asked Akua if she knew where he was, afters she had scoured Alenroux and Springstar... and there, they had found a cocoon. But she had not waited there for whoever was inside to awake. Telling herself there was no way to know who was in it, that it didn't mean it was Set, unwilling to betray the helpless feeling she had experienced standing there and filled with rage over whatever had happened to result in this entire situation.... She had left.
She waited here, instead.
And she is eerily still when he comes to her, watching him walk across the sand and her stormy gray eye sweeping over the hints of stone and ruin exposed by shifted dunes. His head is high, but his legs are weary... and his feet cross the border between desert and icy mountain. His hand takes hers... and she turns her wrist to grip his own, tight as if trying to make sure he was solid and real. As solid and real as anyone could be in Communion.]
Who did this to you, Set?
[Her words are like ice, and the storm behind her on the mountain grows darker, roiling and threatening to unleash upon the target he names. Who? One of Zenith's shard-bearers? Aetos? A monster in the Beyond or the depths of Alenroux?
Whatever it is... She seems poised and ready to exact revenge on it. She is a warrior who has bound herself to this god, is she not? (They were friends, were they not?) ... His death is not a slight that she is willing to overlook.
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She waited here, instead.
And she is eerily still when he comes to her, watching him walk across the sand and her stormy gray eye sweeping over the hints of stone and ruin exposed by shifted dunes. His head is high, but his legs are weary... and his feet cross the border between desert and icy mountain. His hand takes hers... and she turns her wrist to grip his own, tight as if trying to make sure he was solid and real. As solid and real as anyone could be in Communion.]
Who did this to you, Set?
[Her words are like ice, and the storm behind her on the mountain grows darker, roiling and threatening to unleash upon the target he names. Who? One of Zenith's shard-bearers? Aetos? A monster in the Beyond or the depths of Alenroux?
Whatever it is... She seems poised and ready to exact revenge on it. She is a warrior who has bound herself to this god, is she not? (They were friends, were they not?) ... His death is not a slight that she is willing to overlook.