Lands that stretched on forever. Skies one could drown in. The heartbeat of nature, silent yet strong.
[Words she's spoken before. Words she'll doubtless speak again.]
An amidst it all, a people. Beacons of light and life. Laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before.
[She turns slightly, looking at him while keeping the view in her periphery.]
What I learned, then, was my purpose. Traveling was but a mere part of it. For one person seeing life's miracles is nothing, not when so many people are a part of it. And I knew then, so long as they needed help, I could not return to the star. Until I knew they would find their way.
[The sudden blink catches her by surprise, as does her need to life a free hand and swipe away a tear that threatens to escape. She remembers those final moments, after all. The courage, the conviction, the certainty in the words. "We will find our way." What she had fought for, and pressed on for, and believe in, sometimes against all evidence to the contrary. What seemed for a while to be a faint and painfully distant hope, when she was at her weakest, all alone down there in the aetherial sea. The moment till mankind no longer needed Hydaelyn. No longer needed Venat.]
[Her tear is not sadness, nor grief, nor pain. It is an upswelling of so many emotions she has yet to truly grapple with.. and joy is chief among them.]
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[Words she's spoken before. Words she'll doubtless speak again.]
An amidst it all, a people. Beacons of light and life. Laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before.
[She turns slightly, looking at him while keeping the view in her periphery.]
What I learned, then, was my purpose. Traveling was but a mere part of it. For one person seeing life's miracles is nothing, not when so many people are a part of it. And I knew then, so long as they needed help, I could not return to the star. Until I knew they would find their way.
[The sudden blink catches her by surprise, as does her need to life a free hand and swipe away a tear that threatens to escape. She remembers those final moments, after all. The courage, the conviction, the certainty in the words. "We will find our way." What she had fought for, and pressed on for, and believe in, sometimes against all evidence to the contrary. What seemed for a while to be a faint and painfully distant hope, when she was at her weakest, all alone down there in the aetherial sea. The moment till mankind no longer needed Hydaelyn. No longer needed Venat.]
[Her tear is not sadness, nor grief, nor pain. It is an upswelling of so many emotions she has yet to truly grapple with.. and joy is chief among them.]