Gray light filters through the freshly blossoming trees above as the clouds thin with the rain. The sun fights to shine through the overcast sky but to no avail. Instead, the world is left in a milky monochromatic light that brightens and dims as varying layers of cloud cover pass overhead.

It would be dusk within a few short hours and she needed to figure out where to bed down for at least a short while. She had intended on continuing to travel north but that all depends on how much more intense her conversation is going to get with this new acquaintance of hers. If they were to talk for much longer then she may as well rest here and continue travelling later.

She looks up to him as he talks of holding onto his earliest memories the closest, yet not being able to shake the terrors of his last. Nodding briefly, she simply acknowledges his willingness to divulge the smallest bit of information into his past. She has given more to him on their first meeting than she has with anyone in the last five years. It’s a strange connection, but one she can’t deny having existed.

”Without question,” she strongly proclaims. What would this all be about if there were nothing after death? She can’t fathom it.

He moves to finally meet her eyes as she speaks of her most recent lifetime, though she was vastly underselling it. Shards of her memories were still there, she had to dig for them... but they were there. Living with the knowledge and power of a deity had been transcendental at the time. She had thought that her followers loved her and were loyal, but their disagreement on how she had handled certain situations - and their mortal emotions - caused them to rise against her. How could they have decided what was best when left with two unsavory options? It was a matter of choosing the lesser evil. But they did not see it that way.

Her eyes had clouded over with her mind diving back into the broken memories, but his voice drew her back out from the recesses of her mind. ”Yes, after greeting her routinely for so many years it’s hard not to be,” she admits, dismissing her previous recollections on her past.

Now that the rain has lessened to little more than a light mist, she moves further into the flowers and shakes herself off, sending droplets and the last bits of loose winter fur flying in all directions. The longer hairs on her body clung together and stuck out like black and bloodied daggers. His voice rings out to her again and she turns around to see the barest hint of a smile on his maimed features. Peculiar.

She nods for him to come along as the depth of their conversation now wanes and she wanders further through the meadow and into the other treeline. ”Renja. Or Ren if you’re lucky enough to use it,” she answers and glances at him with a slight smirk. ”I think you’ve probably earned that ability.”