HAVE THEY ALL GOT THE BENDS

She felt guilty, guilty and broken, for exploding on him like she was ought to do. Her ears fell back, chest drawing in deep breaths from the exertion of the outburst, her explanation-however misguided it might be-seemed to calm both of their nerves for the time being. Ehiyeh did not think she could ever return to who she once was, the mercurial recluse who collected treasures and prizes had died. She wanted so badly to return to the day before it had happened, to somehow stop herself from going to the fields that day, to change the course of time. But she had not lost herself to the darkness, and though each day was a struggle to keep her head above that horrible sea of it, somehow she felt like on days she triumphed her starting point was a little bit closer towards the surface.

Ehiyeh turned towards her brother now, her expression quizzical as he spoke. She hadn't thought of their mother in quite some time, in fact the memory of her held only the best parts so she could scare remember what she was truly like. But memories of warmth seemed to soothe her even further, her fur smoothing and a deep sigh escaping from her muzzle. While they had many half-siblings running around, there was somewhat of a deeper connection between the siblings she had shared a womb with. Erebos was stranger, far stranger than either of them, and his scent could be a bit repulsive at times-though she knew that they all must accept him for what he was. Large and hulking and threatening, but remarkably harmless for his size and demeanor. Elohim was different, though, he listened and understood. A... friend, to her, perhaps, rather then just a brother.

"Perhaps you're right." Her words were noncommittal, she did not know if she could believe such a thing, and yet it was comforting as much as nostalgic reminiscing about the times when Achlys had been here with them. She let the silence fall between them, though she did not move, instead her eyes focused on something in the distance and she continued to think until he spoke again. Attention focused back on her brother, she tilted her head, interest replacing the apathy in her gaze at his suggestion. A tundra. Ehiyeh had not heard of such a place, and wondered if all the newcomers must pass through this land before entering Moladion. A test, perhaps, to see if they truly belonged here.

Her children were growing older and she felt less and less uncomfortable about leaving them for longer times, although she felt as though they should experience the world for themselves, she knew what dangers it could spawn and was reluctant to see either of them truly hurt. Ehiyeh nodded. "A tundra." She repeated the word. "I think I would like to go. It would be good, I think, to see someplace new." Her words were strangely heavy, though she was clearly a bit excited at the prospect-perhaps for a much different reason than she might have been in the past.

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