Allison
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3 AoM, 674```
Time had no meaning anymore for the Moon's Shadow. She had no clue she'd been secluded in this ruined castle in the mountains for over two and a half millennia. Clad in all black with long flowing dark locks, a veil adorned with stars hiding her pale face save for a glimpse of the lower half, she looked more ghost than woman. She *Acted* More ghost than woman. Lusine never left the cold stone of her self-confinement, but it didn't mean curious explorers stayed away. The grief of killing one of her own was as fresh as if it were yesterday instead of thousands of lifetimes ago, so when others did happen upon her, she scared them away in the least lethal ways possible. This led to stories, which led to legends, of the witch living in the mountains; or was she really a ghost? No, wait, maybe she was a vampire... Speculation abounded. But what all the locals at the foot of the mountain were sure of was that it was *Her* Fault that the plague ravaged them, *Her* Fault anytime battle robbed them of their bravest warriors, and *Her* Fault if their crops failed.

Thus was the petition made and the fliers posted to attract whatever brave soul might venture deep into the dark, isolated mountains to eradicate her. What none of them realized was that she just wanted to be left alone, that she had done nothing but bathe in her sorrow near them, for far, far longer than they had ever been aware she was even there. A few small groups of adventurers had been coming by lately, because of this call. She sent each away more maddened than the last. But the constant disruptions to her solitude had left her listless and irritated, finding her on this warm summer night pacing along what long ago were floors to a grand castle, fit for giant kings. Her steps were soft and near silent though she paced with agitated energy, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
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Long accustomed to talking to herself, Lusine grumbled aloud, the few bits of exposed skin softly glowing in the faint moonlight, the only illumination nearby, **"Why can't they just stay away? All I want is my solitude...** ***They're*** **The ones disrupting their own peace; I'd have no care for them if they'd just** ***Let me be*** **!"** Her voice broke with the last phrase but no tears streamed; she'd cried herself out long ago, yet the deep and abiding sadness remained, to the point that she didn't quite remember what any other feeling was like; though she was starting to be reminded how to feel anger. Sitting on a large piece of stone wall, she dug nearby for a book, one she had taken off some idiot that left their bag in terror. Luckily for her, it had been poetry, something she could at least occupy herself with. Though as her eyes scanned the pages in the faint light, her mind wouldn't stop chattering, and she flung the book against the crumbling nearby wall with a strained and angry shout, hands coming to her head and squeezing as if she could pull the troublesome thoughts out by hand.

Though there were no tears, Lusine's small voice still shook as if with sobs, **"Why did you all have to leave me? I can't... I can't go on by myself. I've always needed a guiding hand."** She drew in a ragged deep breath, plopping down to sit on the cold stone floor, hugging her knees to herself in a tight little ball. Her muttering came out even more muffled, **"If only I could've kept you forever... Or had the courage to join you in death... Alas, I have ability for neither."** For the millionth time, she silently resolved to stay married to her grief. **"There's nothing for me out there anymore anyway... They're all too focused on killing each other... They don't want help. They only want destruction."** A small part of her, a deep and quiet rage, wanted to give it to them; but she was wise enough to know that was no solution.
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The demigoddess could've never imagined that the distress of the locals nearby, who were so interrupting her self-imposed penance, would draw exactly the person she needed to her.
Ricky
Ikabad raced through the forests like a flash of white light, the speed of the celestial lion was indeed great; however, something farther greater than his speed was being used. *An aura*, a radiant aura of golden light that seemed to travel all around the man mounted atop the lion- his white armor shimmering in the light that came from a spiky halo floating behind his head. The pair made their way through the woods, a flier stuffed in the lions saddle bag, a flier that cried out to anyone brave and strong enough to save simple folk. A siren call for all those who's hearts cry out to save and protect, a call that had reached the golden heart of the White Lion Of The Emperor, ***Pride Malcorin.***

It didn't take long for Pride to discover the source of the sorrow he felt, like an inky mire within the world around him that his celestial senses could notice. A dark thing, surrounding light that had been long buried, the cause of the suffer felt for miles around. His target.

The lion halted and Pride dismounted, patting his trusted steed on the head.
"***Stay to the skies old friend, if I need you I will call.***"

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The white lion grumbled in response but Pride knew what he meant. With a chuckle, soft and endearing, the demigod gave his friend one final pat before beginning to walk towards the ruins of some old fortress. A piece of history long lost to time, something he could understand. Once Ikabad took off and was high in the air the demigod summoned a sword to his hand, a bastard sword of gold and silver that shimmered with holy magic, and steeled his resolve. He knew that whatever was here was his target, a threat he must dispose of, a roadblock on his path to finally free the realms of pain and suffering- a time without war, a time where *He* Was not needed.

"***If it's destruction you want...***" His voice called out, hearing only the final words of the demigoddess of the moon, and as he turned the corner and was made visible to her- a bright shining sun within her realm of darkness, the war child froze. He did not see a foe, nor a threat, but instead a woman with sorrow in her very soul. A woman shrouded in darkness and pain, a woman who held divinity just like him. That means she must be a-


"***A demigod.***"
Allison
Perhaps if Lusine hadn't been so, literally, wrapped up in herself, she would've seen the streak of light steadily approaching. But so certain was she that no one of consequence or concern would bother her, that she didn't stir when she heard the crunch of boots on leaves, readying herself to scare off yet more hapless adventurers. The words that initially touched her ears irked her as she realized she'd been overheard in her mourning. However, as her head shot up, the thin black veil did absolutely nothing to shield her from the light the man in front of her radiated like a scorching sun. Her arm immediately shot up to shield her eyes with a hiss of pain. For thousands of years, she'd slept through the daylight hours in a basement below, seeing nothing brighter than the light that the moon and stars provided. Yet the way this light seemed to make her very skin tingle alarmed her. His recognition of what she was and the surprise in his tone didn't escape her, but she had to be rid of this wretched brightness *Immediately*. 

Keeping her forearm up to shield her eyes, shadows began to pull towards her from the edges of the light her fellow demigod cast. As the shadows pulled to her and clung to her form, she lowered her arm, pale glowing blue eyes looking at the demigod of war through a veil of shadows that covered her from head to toe. Her heart raced thinking about the last time she was confronted by another divine being; she didn't want it to end the same way, though she also wouldn't roll over and die, if that's what it came to. She would fight for herself, for her little corner of dark solitude she'd carved out to spend eternity in. As she stood, shadowy and smoky tendrils began to pour out of her in a radius centered on her, darkness covering the area in moments. It obscured her vision of him, giving her further respite from his light. She noticed even without the light shining directly on her, she felt tender where it had fallen, as if starting to burn.

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**"Leave me be, demigod!"** The Dark Lady called out in a commanding tone. Stepping lightly through the darkness, she backed up, getting what distance she could between her and this man. Melee was always her down fall, she couldn't let him get too close, especially with that strange light he shed. She knew these ruins better than the back of her hand and was able to back into a small barricade created by the rubble, standing behind the waist-high stone with her eyes trained on where he *Should* Be. **"I want nothing from anyone, and no matter what those locals have told you, I've not killed anyone. I just want to be left alone."** Her voice sounded clear and confident, though a little cold and imperious. 

Feeling it incredibly unlikely with the regal bearing of his silhouette she had glimpsed that he would leave her alone, Lusine swept her hands out wide, grasping at shadow and pulling it forward, the part she was grasping growing to become a snout, the shadows coalescing into the forms of 3 wolves with blue eyes like dim stars. Releasing the spell, the wolves hunched low, one on each side of her and one waiting by the edge of her rubble half-wall, ready to strike.
Ricky
The demigod of war stood like a stone statue, his expression an unknowable mixture of thoughts and emotions that seemed to do nothing except overlap and muddle the others. His eyes, bright golden sins, held within them millennia worth of confusion and sorrow within them. His eyes, eyes that had seen war and death countless times over, eyes that have bore witness to the breaking of both body and spirit of his fellow demigods- now rests on the visage of one shrouded in darkness, lost to the twilight.

"***Wait-***" His voice came out softly, not a command or an order, but a concern and desire to help. Shadows enveloped the woman of the eclipse, shrouding her in night that held back the radiance of Pride. "***Wait please-***"

He held a hand up, his light dissipating for just a moment- a small moment where he lost himself to his inner self. The side of him that wanted peace and love to prosper, where he needs to never raise a sword again, and he almost let it happen... Almost.

A shield appeared with a flash of light across his forearm, golden accents adorned with the image of a blazing sun. His stance widened and his sword arm moved, readying his blade across the top of the shield now leveled just below his eyes.

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"***Who are you? What have you done to this place? To these people? ANSWER ME.***" His aura grew brighter, an intense golden light that clashed with the darkness rolling off the child of the lunar mother.

As the wolves of night formed, fangs poised to strike, the demigod of war grit his teeth. In a contest of magical knowledge he would surely loose, and even if he attempted to brute force his way through her darkness with his sun he might go too far. He has to settle this in the most skillful way he knew how so that he might learn more of who this demigod shrouded in sorrow is.

Wings of white sprung to life from the back of the golden warrior, spread out in all their grandeur. Without another word the demigod of war moved to action, he charged forth, each step causing the very ruins they stood in to rumble. His shield swung out, a powerful backhand, not aimed not to hit physically, that reveals itself when a wall of light explodes from the shield as it was swung- sending a wave of light right at the wall, the wolves and Lusine.
Allison
The light that the son of Titanos shed was too bright for Lusine to make out much more than his general outline, so accustomed were her eyes to the darkness. Her shadowform coalescing and wrapping around her allowed her the briefest of glimpses at him, but it only brought more questions and no answers. His expression was strange to her, though the deep grief mixed into it was all too familiar. He wouldn't be able to see through the shadows, but her face shifted into confusion momentarily. Looking upon him left her unsettled, like looking into a brighter, male version of herself. It made the radiance buried deeply within her stir slightly, and she was quick to quash it, the sting of further pain it brought too much to bear. She whispered as she melted into the shadows, **"All I want is to wait here...** ***Alone*** **."**

The Dark Lady missed his lifted hand of peace as she retreated into the safe solitude of her shadows. She waited, poised on light feet, ready for the assault she knew was coming. It was the only interaction she'd had with others for so long now; she'd long ago forgotten to expect care or reason. Her whole body tensed at the flash of light that accompanied his shield. His shouts stirred her dormant anger, and she yelled back icily, **"I owe you NOTHING!! But if answers will make you leave me be, take them and go... I am Lusine Sterre, daughter of Lunara."** Without entirely meaning to, her apathy spell rolled off her, as she willed him to lose the drive to interrogate her further. **"I've done nothing but reside near them for centuries, and chase off those they sent to disturb my peace."** She seemed to truly have no clue how her presence was affecting the area, nor how much time had passed since she secluded herself there. 
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Midnight blue eyes widened at the rumble his steps caused, and every fiber of her being was ready to run. So when the wall of light began to break through her darkness, Lusine sent the wolves forth and dissipated into wispy shadow. The wolves were burned to mostly nothing by the time they reached Pride, shadowy teeth and claws clattering somewhat pitifully against his shield, easily felled by his radiant sword. But a slight distraction was all she needed anyway. Using her shadowstep to reappear behind him in the darkened edges of the light he cast, she gathered multiple wispy arms around her that shot out to wrap around his arms and legs, attempting more to restrain than harm. The shadows softly sizzled upon touching him; that had never happened before. She feared they wouldn't hold him long and tightened the grip, trying to display her power with a sinking feeling that, for once, it might not be enough. Her voice was dark and deep, **"Leave this place, leave me to my own devices!! I don't want to hurt you... I just want to grieve in peace!"** In her desperation and mild madness, she spouted off part of a poem that had become almost like a daily prayer for her, **"'We have sinned; but rave not thus! And let a sacred song/Go up to god so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong!' I just want peace,"** Her hardened voice turned pitiful for just a moment, whining out, ***"Please."*** She could feel the strain of holding him with her shadows, and part of her thought perhaps it would be the death she had so feared to give herself; the thought was at least somewhat comforting.
Ricky
The spell of apathy smashed against the mind of Pride, attempting to water down his determination and drive with desire to do nothing, simply nothing. It halted him for a moment, his body trembled as his mind had to overcome the feelings and spell at once. Had it not been for his own ego, his own aura and his desire to claw at the threads of hope within his heart he would have fallen... But it was not so.

"***Then hear me, Lusine Sterre, daughter of Lunara. I am Pride Malcorin, son of Titanos.***" The speaking of his name and source of pride, his father and his right as the child of war, the spell was shattered against his determination and zeal.

"***They were sent here because your sorrow has become a blight on the area around you, your own woes have bled into the very earth you walk upon and in your darkness you have been blinded to who you are.***"

As the demigod charged forth and the wolves raced out to meet him Pride moved with a grace and skill fitting his titles, with masterful precision his blade and shield worked in tandem to banished the wolves of shadow back to the inky darkness. In his small victory he had barely noticed her change in position, he attempted to turn to face her but he was too late. Lassos of shadow coiled around his body, halting him in place even as he strained against them, and as he forced himself to look at her his golden eyes held nothing within them except conviction.

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"***There is no peace in grief, not alone, not like this.***" His teeth grit as he spoke, his muscles straining against the bonds that held him there. He stared at her, golden eyes that hummed with the energies that rolled off Pride in rays of gold. Yet even within the eyes of the war child there was something more, something kind, that called out to the child of the moon with a desire to sooth her pain.

"***Then let me-***" He pulled his sword arm with strength, forcing it against the bonds until his palm was facing Lusine. "***- HELP YOU.***"

With a burst of light did the sword held within Prides hand vanished, replaced with a radiant miniature sun that roared with heat and light, hovering a few inches from the demigods palm.
Allison
For a split second, the Moon's Shadow found her rage and sorrow-fueled resolve waver. Could what he said be true? Was this vexing man... Trying to actually *Talk* To her? A small, soft voice welled up from deep within her, desperate in its pleading, *We're* **Hurting** *People! I tried to tell you! This has to stop, please!* With a growl and gritted teeth, she stood her ground, ignoring the hopeful voice inside. She wouldn't let that part be crushed again; she **Would** Protect herself, *All* Of herself. The people of the world, mortal and immortal, only cared for war and bloodshed anymore. She felt she and her better half were more well-suited for lonely solitude; she could only hurt herself this way. The soft voice tried to protest again but was snuffed out with vigor.
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As Lusine struggled to hold him in her shadowy bonds, his words hit like a heavy stone, and she heard the voice of a memory in her head, a man speaking words not all that different to her from his deathbed. *I want you to be happy... Keep living your life, sharing your light. The world needs it now more than ever. Don't slip into your loneliness, like I know you're wont to do... You'll never have peace that way.* For the first time in at least a thousand or so years, tears streamed down her dull, pale cheeks, her lips turning into a severe frown. She spoke through gritted teeth of her own, the pain apparent in her voice, **"Damn you, Pride Malcorin! I had... I had a** ***Semblance*** **Of peace, at least."** She laughed darkly, **"But now you've shattered that entirely! I swear I'll make you pay!"** The feelings she had managed to dumb down and numb away over the years all came surging back to the surface at full strength, and for a brief moment she applied enough force with her shadowy tendrils to leave cuts and abrasions on the demigod of war. 
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Dark eyes met golden ones, and the radiant woman within her continued to twist her heart, knowing this was the strategy to her freedom, through pain... Pain she had been too terrified to confront, pain that she thought might kill her if acknowledged too fully, pain that no one else would understand... Or so she had thought. Yet in Pride's golden eyes, she saw compassion, kindness, and *Understanding*. Now the Dark Lady was fighting on two fronts; the man in front of her and the Startouched within her. She continued to mutter through the tears, fearing this pain was only the beginning of far, far more to come if she relinquished this hard won control, **"Damn you, damn you..."**
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So completely disarmed was she that the sudden burst of sunlight caught her full force. The shadow bonds on the son of Titanos sizzled away immediately, and the shadow armor covering her entire body gradually dissipated in the light as well. She scrambled back frantically, both the brightness and heat proving far too much for her. In the chaos, her veil fell to the side, revealing her fine features, dark blue eyes, and long black hair. Her tears had stopped, a look of exhausted but fierce determination now on her face as she pressed herself into the corner of the ruins she had retreated to. Small patches of pink began to bloom on her pale skin, and she hissed at the burn. Speaking with a hard and commanding tone, she directed Pride with no hesitation, **"Fine, you want to help, so be it. On your head be it if you break her..."** Her gaze softened a moment, **"Do take care of her, she's not made for this world... Not like you or I..."** Lusine's voice gradually faded, from imperious tones to a mere whisper by the end, as her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell limply forward. 
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Joan
Assuming the demigod of war caught her, he would get an incredibly close view of something no one else had ever seen, not even the husband from lifetimes ago she so mourned. The black of her hair began to drip away, almost like ink, revealing platinum blonde underneath, shining silver in the light. Her skin, once like dull marble, began to shimmer with a soft opalescent glow. With a sharp inhale of breath, her eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing irises so pale a blue they almost looked silver. She regarded him with wonder for a moment before her face crumpled and the tears began again. Hardly knowing him, but still knowing somehow he was like a lifeline, she wrapped her small arms around his torso and sobbed, **"I'm so, so sorry!"**
Ricky
It was not the first time somehow swore to make Pride pay, he wagered it wouldn't be the last either, yet he knew this decree did not come from a place of bloody malice or a craving for power- this was a defense mechanism, defending the darkness he was slowly exposing to light. His conviction held true even as the tendrils of shadow bite into his body and armor, blood like ichor dripping from his wounds like the sap of a great oak, yet he did not waver.

"***Peace only comes when pain is overcome. Those who refuse to confront it will never truly know peace' embrace.***" Words spoken and words left unshared- *"I would know"*- filled with truth yet tainted by emotion. There was weight to the words, weight Pride had experienced for himself over lifetimes of arrogance. He knew her pain, in his own way, so when he saw the tears he spoke his truth. "***Damn me if you must, but I would rather be thrice damned by all that walk this good earth than stand idle when another demigod suffers alone. I won't stand for it.***"

The sunlight that erupted from his palm was hot, filling the surrounding area with the oppressive dryness of the cruel summers sun while its light bathed all things in its path in golden rays. When his bonds of shadow vanished the demigod dropped to a knee with a shaking breath, feeling his body's weakened state thanks to the shadows that pierced his skin. Despite his bloodied state the demigod of war held true, the orb of sunlight hovering above his palm as he stood with a small grunt of effort. As Lusine retreated away Pride followed, his eyes of gold focused on her entirely, even catching a glimpse of her face as the veil fell to the side- she was beautiful.

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"***What?***" The Child of War asked with confusion as he began to dismissed the sun, it's heat and light slowly fading. "***Break who? Take care of*** *Who??*" The child of war felt himself grow a little weary for a moment, had he overdone it? Was this woman dying? Perhaps there is a child around her she speaks of, a daughter? His mind reeled from the possibilities as he reached out with a hand, his sun magic fully snuffed out.

"***Wait hold o-***" His words cut off when Lusine fell forwards. Pride wrapped his arms around the demigoddess of the moon, keeping her from falling as he dropped to a knee, and then grabbed her shoulders and held her back a little- readily expecting to see the same woman he'd just been talking to, but when his eyes fell upon one who's beauty outshines the very stars themselves- even he found himself awestruck.

It was a strange pull in his heart, something that felt alien to him, like there was something within his chest that desired to escape yet could not break free from his body- it felt unnatural, fuzzy, warm and strange. He'd only experienced this feeling in minor doses with certain other people in his life, but why does he feel it the most with *Her?* He didn't have time to really think on that fact when small arms wrapped around his torso and the lady began to sob.

"***Uh- oh no it's ok- it's alright, no need to cry-***" Pride's eyes widened as he internally panicked while trying to find something he could do to help, he doesn't have a clue how to comfort someone like this, so he did what he *Assumed* Would help. A gentle *Pat pat* To Lusine's head that healed her of whatever wounds she might have suffered during their battle, his own wounds also closing with the soft glow of his magic. "***See? All better, nothing to worry about-***"
Joan
With her face buried in his armor, Lusine only cried harder, for a moment, at his attempts to soothe. The demigoddess stiffened in fear, sniffling, when she felt his hand on her head and the warm magic course through her; but once she realized it was more like the feel of the sun on her skin on a warm spring day, she relaxed again with a small shiver. Acting without thinking, as she tended to do when in this brighter version of herself, she had rather tangled herself up in Pride's lap on nearly instinct, clinging to the rope that had been extended to her in perpetual darkness. But when it dawned on her how she'd literally thrown herself on this stranger, she gently extricated herself to sit on the ground in front of him. Biting her lip nearly to bleeding, she tried to push away the thought that the last time anyone had held her had been when Callon still had enough strength left to do so. 

The bittersweet memory only began the sobbing anew, and her delicate hands covered her face. The tears that rolled off her cheeks from underneath her hands shimmered, looking like falling stars, tiny drops with faint iridescent colors. They left a glittery trail down her radiant face. The tidal waves of emotion were too much, so overstimulating, much like Pride's bright light after so much darkness; she'd been numb for so long, but now found herself facing thousands of years of pent up feeling all at once. She knew it had to be done but that didn't stop it from feeling like the process would truly kill her. At least with the son of Titanos exhausting her darkened form, she could feel every feeling as deeply as she needed to without fear of losing control. A dark laugh briefly interrupted the sobs, **"Normally I'd be the one saying things like that... Oh gods, what have I become? I have to fix the mess I've made. Some guide to the people I am."**

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As if suddenly remembering something, the Moon Maiden jolted and stopped crying, her pale locks flopping as she twisted her head around frantically, eyes searching the night sky. The trees overhead largely blocked the sky, but she knew where she could get a clearer view. Standing and running, she raced up a set of stairs made for giants with complete grace, stopping on the landing at the top, its walls long since lost to time. Silvery blue eyes landed on the moon, waxing crescent. She heaved a ragged sigh of relief; at least she shouldn't have to worry about another shift for a while. Assuming she could tame her feelings in time.

Utterly exhausted, the Startouched fell to her knees on the spot, still staring up at the sky. **"Mother must be completely disappointed in me... I abandoned my duty for so many moons."** Her soft voice was hollow, deprived of hope and warmth. **"I've always needed a companion, of some sort. I haven't had to learn how to live without one, so I guess that's why my darker self took charge... For so long it was my father. And I met my husband before father died..."** Her fine features threatened more tears that didn't yet spill, sparkling along the rims of her eyes. **"Then Callon aged as mortals do, and he..."** Even after so long, she couldn't bring herself to say *He died*, the truth still felt too brutal to bear. Swallowing thickly, she moved to stand, but felt as if every bit of strength had been sapped from her. Looking around for her savior, she wore an expression of feeling utterly lost.
Ricky
The demigod of war did his best to act tender, taking such great care out of concern that it was as if he became a statue for the time Lusine clung to him. His fear of harming her so great it practically froze him, even if he knew he would not dare to do such a thing, when one's entire life's work revolves around harming others you tend to worry further when you try *Not* To employ it. Once the demigoddess sat herself on the ground Pride let out a heavy breath, the strain of keeping still leaving his body, and he sat back on the ground with a small thud.

"***So yo-***" The crying began again, cutting off the white lions desire to finally get some answers, and despite his usual annoyance when someone cuts him off he knew she did not do so out of malice or aggression- he knows full well the pain memories can bring when they wash over you untempered. Reaching a hand out, slowly and carefully with his palm facing the woman, a soft radiant glow shimmered between them as Pride focused his aura to help Lusine- giving her feelings of peace, comfort and determination. Not enough to fully overcome her own emotions of course, but a gentle nudge to lend a helping hand.

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"***Focus on the present, you can worry about fixing things later, for now I need you here- I need you with me, ok?***" His tone was soft, not an order but a gentle telling of the facts at their feet. Yet when the woman stopped crying and bolted towards a set of stairs the demigod of war damn near fell over as he tried to race after her. "***LADY WHAT ARE YOU DOING???***"

Racing after her Pride came to the landing moments after Lusine did, worried yet tense, and when he saw her looking to the moon he understood what had her run like that. He stood a few feet away, arms crossing over his chest as he too looked off towards the moon and listened to waning moon child speak. He let her say what she had to say, feel what she could, and when she looked over to him the demigod of war could only offer a small smile.

"***You're not the only one who's duties slipped away from them for a long time, and as I stand before you I can say, hope always remains.***"
Joan
Lusine watched Pride work his magic with furrowed brows, her eyes trained on the radiant shimmer but also simultaneously far away. She did feel the weight lifted, somewhat, which helped her settle herself enough to connect to the burning need to see the moon. While she heard his words, they went in one ear and out the other, completely unregistered at the moment. Though the dark part deep inside her, completely depleted but still aware, hummed with satisfaction. Perhaps things would work out just fine after all; perhaps her methods *Weren't* Always what her brighter self needed. The Dark Lady saw before the Startouched that the son of Titanos was just the guiding hand, just the companion, she would need. 

After the mad dash and her words tumbling out of her, the demigoddess once again met Pride's gaze, and his small smile, his words, *Did* Give her hope, she found. Never before had she connected with one of her own. She had only lived in fear of trying to be recruited or killed, neither of which she particularly wanted. Yet she longed to be understood–*Really* Understood–in a way that she had to admit Callon could never offer her, no matter how much he loved her. Giving the demigod of war a firm nod, she tried again to stand and struggled, letting out a nervous laugh. Wordlessly, she reached a slender pale hand up to him; more than needing the help up, it was unspoken question: *How much are you willing to help me?* Her blue eyes were hopeful yet wary. Though he had been kind, he had also been rather aggressive. She was still forming her idea of him, not entirely sure what to think, yet a part of her certain he could be trusted. If she was honest, her fear was about something else; a fear of getting attached.

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Assuming her newfound ally helped her up, Lunara's daughter would take his hand with only the firmness required to get to her feet, a bird landing then flying away again. She stood, for a moment, like a newborn fawn, on wobbly legs, and laughed in spite of herself, in spite of the situation and all the feelings. She just couldn't help it; her emotions were always raw and rather transparent, despite her best efforts when trying to hide them. Her laugh was musical and full of mirth, **"Well, that seems... Fitting, somehow."** Brushing herself off a little self-consciously, she let her hands hang in front of her, one holding the other demurely. **"I'm sure you have questions..."** She met the other demigod's golden gaze a moment before looking away. **"I have some too. What year is it, exactly?"** Her glowing cheeks reddened as she admitted, **"The last I heard about happenings in the world was when Emperor Scipio gave the Dragons control..."** She ventured to look at him timidly, feeling rather certain that had been quite a long time ago, but she didn't know *How* Long.

Trying her best to put on her warm smile of old, the Moon Maiden took a few steps closer to Pride. Her voice was soft and kind, and though her words might sound like a command out of anyone else's mouth, falling from her lips they were more like a gentle invitation, **"I can see your eagerness for answers, my friend. Speak."**
Ricky
The child of war watched as the child of the moon tried to stand once again, a small part of him felt sorry when he saw her struggle to do so, feeling that he was likely the cause of it even if it was her tiredness after feeling such strong emotion. When the hand was reached out to him Pride did not hesitate, he strode towards her and held out his own hand, calloused and rough as it was- with a glow in his eyes that told Lusine all she needed to know: *As much as I can.* His golden eyes were kind if not slightly reserved. He knew that they had come to blows, sort of, yet he did not hold that against her and as such he tried his best to convey his desire to assist.

Once they had eachother hand in hand Pride held with a softness most wouldn't expect from him- given his nature, size and his extremely calloused and scarred hands, helping the daughter of Lunara stand. "***Careful-***" His voice was warm as the sun and sweet as honey, worried for her as she stood on wobbly legs. "***It happens, emotions can make our bodies fail when we need them to.***" The demigod of war said with a nod, wisdom apparent in his confidence as he spoke.

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"***Plenty of them, it's-***" His eyes widened at her words, mention of *Emperor Scipio* And the damned dragons. The demigod pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes clamping shut hard enough to cause his forehead to wrinkle. It took him a moment to compose himself, breathing heavily and slowly for a few seconds as he came to grips with the situation he was being faced with. He hadn't expected to have to deal with something like that, not that he's mad or upset with the nice lady, this is just something he hadn't really prepared himself for.

"***Look...***" He finally said with a small sigh as he opened his eyes once again. Once he saw that she had stepped closer, a warm smile on her face and a voice as gentle as the moons glow, it became that much harder for him to dare say what he had to- he knew it would cause her smile to fade, a fact he found himself saddened by, the loss of her smile.

"***You... Might want to hold onto something, for this.***" The demigod said with a look of despair in his golden eyes, holding out his hand to her, knowing she'll likely need the support. 

"***You... You were away for a very...*** *Very* ***Long time. Scipio and the Dragons have long since fallen into history... For we stand in the age of humans, 3874.***"
Joan
As the demigod of war helped her find steadiness, in more ways than one, she was struck for a moment by the contrasts he seemed to embody. He didn't have to tell her he was an accomplished warrior, a son of war; that much was readily apparent. But the warm kindness he exuded, the soft touch of his battle-roughened hand, stood out starkly against his might and ferocity of only a few moments ago. She blinked at him with wide eyes for a moment, wishing the lump in her throat would go away. His caring, honeyed words drew her in, and while they did help her feel safe, the tug was simultaneously alarming. What would it mean to welcome such a warrior into her life? She cared so deeply for those she chose to care for, and at the moment thinking of any more loss was too frightening to conceive of. Though... He was still standing, after seemingly many battles, and probably many centuries. The spark of hope born in her flickered, dared to grow a little larger.

The Moon Maiden hid nothing in her expression, watching his apparent frustration with mild trepidation and some concern, though for him, not for her. He seemed pained thinking of the timeframe of which she spoke... There must have been more war, though that much she would've guessed anyway. Extending one delicate hand, it hovered near his arm, but ultimately was withdrawn. He didn't know her, and he was seemingly a highly trained soldier. To touch him in such a state of distress might only make things worse, alarm him unnecessarily. So she merely watched and waited as he worked through his feelings until his bright gaze was upon her once more.
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The air Pride took on as he tried to prepare her furrowed her pale brows momentarily. But upon taking his offered hand, she found she felt more grounded than she had in some time. Whatever news he had to share, at least she wasn't receiving it alone. Once the truth of the matter left his lips, she barked out a laugh of disbelief, searching his face for a moment for any sign of deception... But there were none. Her free hand landed on her chest as she breathed deeply, trying to understand *Such* A span of time. In some ways, it wasn't surprising. She knew her darker part was protective, would do anything to preserve what it saw as her innocence. But this... She would need to meditate soon, hash this egregious misstep out with herself. Her head spun with thinking of all she'd have to catch up on...

Giving Pride's hand a gentle squeeze, the smile that had faltered returned, its edge of melancholy apparent in her eyes as well. **"I see... Honestly, anyone that knew me or that I cared for had been gone for some time before I left the world."** She looked at him apologetically, **"I'm sorry for getting you mixed up in my mess. I don't expect you to catch me up on... Over two millennia of history."** Her face wrinkled in dissatisfaction, **"I guess I'll have to do** ***A lot*** **Of reading."** With a heavy sigh, she thought with much regret how terrible it was that she honestly didn't feel *Worse* About losing so much time, but... What would she have done with it? She would've done her duty, of course, but... She shivered thinking of being out in such a cruel, cold world, alone.

**"Well, there's no reason for me to stay here anymore. Ask me your questions as we make our way..."** Timidly, Lusine kept her gentle hold on his hand, apologizing, **"I think I'll need help managing these stairs."**
Ricky
He knew her laughter was one of disbelief, a common reply to something one might consider outlandish or foolish, but after she searched his face and found the design of a joke not in place she knew he was serious. Pride himself had experienced this when he first awoke and understood how long he was asleep for, which had only been a short while ago in the grand scheme of things, but unlike Lusine he didn't have someone to offer a helping hand during that time.

"***I know well how you feel... In that regard anyway.***" His tone was soft and low, where Lusine' smile returned Pride's began to fade into a look of sadness. He's not sure why he feels this way, he'd come to grips with his own losses long ago, yet something about this woman drew them back out of his heart- cast aside the armor around his heart without need for force, as if it was... Natural. "***It's alright, it's not a pretty picture to re-emerge without guidance so I'm glad I can help you... As much as you'll allow me to, of course. The reading is the easy part, honestly.***"

The demigod gently brushed a thumb across the back of Lusine' hand as she sighed heavily, he could tell she was battling within her own mind and heart about how she should feel- he'd done the very same thing only months ago too.

"***No problem.***" Pride said as he took a step down the stairs, looking back up at Lusine, gently squeezing her hand to let her known he's got her. "***I know a place that'll put your mind at ease so we can talk, sound good?***"
Joan
Lusine's curiosity was peaked, and she asked shyly as they carefully made their way down the stairs, **"Oh really? Were you also away for some time? I haven't... Well, the only other of our kind I've ever met tried to kill me, so..."** Pride was doing well to dash her impression of other demigods. Though he was as warlike as she expected of any of them, not just a war god, he was far more kind and caring than she had ever thought another divine being would be towards her. She noted his look of sadness, her heart feeling heavy as she imagined everything he must've been through to still be here. She was a deeply caring creature, often having to work hard to not sponge up the feelings of those around her. Her smile remained, though her eyes became glassy again with tears. Her voice was a little lighter than she felt, **"I'll let myself be quite selfish and take all the help you will give; I fear I'll need it, to get reaccustomed. Reading is... Fine."** She shot him a more genuine smile for a moment, **"I just prefer learning by getting to know others, talking through things, rather than reading... Being stuck in some dusty old library..."** Most of what she knew she'd learned from others or by doing; books weren't entirely her thing, though she could read and sometimes enjoyed doing so.
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Pride's gentle caress on her hand unleashed a flood of emotion she wasn't prepared for, but she managed to contain it just enough. Sensing his own sorrow, she felt the desire to fulfill her purpose swell within her. It had been so many thousands of years since she had gotten to do *Exactly* What she was made to do, and she had never done it for another demigod before. She spoke softly, steady despite the new tears that sparkled down her glowing cheeks, **"I can't even begin to imagine all you've been through... I hope, in my own ways, I might help you in turn. It's the least I can do."** Catching one small, iridescent tear drop, she held it in her hand. In seconds, it began to sprout a small white flower, one that only blooms at night. Its sweet fragrance wafted out from it, immediately calming, soothing, and settling. She reached up with her free hand to tuck it behind the son of Titanos' ear, offering him her melancholy smile again, **"If you'll allow it, this will help you feel better."** Much like Pride's own magic to calm, Lusine's night flowers did the same, but concentrated to much more intense effect, only intended to balance emotions. It would not erase or hide his feelings, but rather, give him a solid foothold from which to view them, to decide what he wanted to feel and to what extent.

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Once the flower was placed, the Moon Maiden rested that hand on his forearm a moment before clasping his rough hand between her two soft ones. Though her expression was sweetly sad, hope still burned fervently in her pale eyes, and she seemed to almost glow a little more radiantly as she tried to comfort him, **"You seem as if you've been alone for quite some time, too. I'm happy to be company, to call you friend, for however long you would have me. You need not suffer by yourself any longer. You may lay your troubles at my feet anytime;** ***That*** **Is what** ***I*** **Do."** She pulled her other hand away but gripped his hand more tightly. She imagined this son of war hadn't been comforted much in his life, if at all. Perhaps the last time had been when he was just a babe held by his mother; maybe never at all. She intended to fill that gap, if he would let her. **"I'm putting my life in your hands, Pride Malcorin. Take me where you will, and I will go."**
Ricky
"***I was. During the last battle to finalize Scipio's rule I contended with a spell of epic proportions to save my f...***" He paused his words, his teeth grinding together while his golden eyes seemed to burn for a moment until he sighed from his nose. "***I was nearly killed during the effort, my father whisked me away into the heavens and held me within the sun... Until a few months ago, actually. And sorry to hear that, I've been on the receiving end of both sides, not a fun time.***" The way he spoke was an odd mixture of fact and emotion, like if he was stating orders before a battle but also confiding in a friend. His eyes are what truly betrayed him, showing his true feelings without his ability to intervene, a gift from his father... And held within those eyes of gold is longing.

"***I'll do my best then.***" The war child chuckled a little at her remark about reading. "***As someone who reads and writes for hobbies I'll try not to take offense.***" An attempt at humor coupled with the flash of a genuine smile, only a brief flash, but it was there. Noticing the tears rolling down Lusine' face once more the child of war chuckled softly as he looked at her, an expression of knowing and charm that well hid the true feelings of the lion.

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"***You already are. It's been so long since I've seen another demigod, let alone one that doesn't want to claim my seat of power. War is all I know, all I have been surrounded by, so being here- with you, under the stars... It's the kindest thing anyones done for me.***" His eyes held warmth within them as he spoke, a warmth that grew and a small chuckle to follow the white flower being tucked behind his ear. He could feel it's effects by scent alone, but the flowers properties were overshadowed by the memory of her hand on his face. It was fleeting, distant already, but it lingered within mind heart. "***Thank you.***" The demigod replied as he felt the powers begin to work on him, he understood it was somewhat like his own aura, only greater- so when his emotions and feelings became more clear and easy to identify the child of war found himself a lot calmer.

With the hand rested on his forearm and then clasped around his own rough hand Pride couldn't take his eyes away from her hands for a moment, something about it caught him there, and then after a few moments he looked up to her- his eyes growing brighter with that golden light as be saw the hope in her eyes, the glow about her...*Beautiful.*

"***Well I... I um... Uh...***" The child of war lost his ability to speak when Lusine spoke to him, his tongue feeling heavy and his throat hoarse and dry. Golden tears began to brim at the edges of his eyes before rolling down his face, he tried to speak again but all that he could manage was a half choked "*I-*". Her words rang true, much truer than he really expected, and it felt *Good* To hear them... To have someone care for him, say they see his pain and loneliness and wish to help dash it away by making sure he is not alone. He'd been alone for a very, *Very* Long time.

"*Thank you.*" Was all he could manage in that moment, quiet and soft, as golden tears freely ran down his face.
Joan
**"That was you..."** Escaped her lips in a very soft whisper, more to herself than to the demigod next to her. While she hadn't been entirely sure what happened, as there were multiple versions of the story with no one being certain which was most accurate, the demigod who called down a second sun was *Known*. Somewhat dazed, she still mumbled in a whisper, **"I was just coming into the world proper as you gave yourself to save it..."** She had met her mother, learned her duty, and been out of the cloistered shelter of her father's farm for only a short while before the War of Unification happened. She cast her blue eyes somewhat sheepishly up at him for a moment before laughing softly, genuinely, at being saved by such a legend as him. Perhaps his sun magic should've been an instant giveaway... But her darker self cared less for such things, more single-minded and better-suited for the advice her mother gave her but she was so awful at following. To be as cool, calm, and distant as the moon in the sky.

Speaking up more yet still with that gentle tone, the moon demigoddess regarded him with her smile softened by sadness, **"Only a few months ago? Well, I guess we're rather perfectly suited for getting reacquainted with this new age together then."** Meeting his gaze truly, she nearly tripped for a moment because she forgot to pick up her feet. The longing was readily apparent in his golden eyes, and she found it burrowed deeply into her with sudden force, like lightning. She, too, felt a desperate urge to connect, to not be alone; but she hadn't expected to see it mirrored back to her so fervently. In some ways, she used to be accustomed to being looked at in such a way, but... There was something more there that she felt simultaneously afraid of and starving for, but if she acknowledged any of it now, she wouldn't keep her head to help this new friend. And she *So* Wanted to help him.

** **
But it was hard for the daughter of Lunara to keep shoving those feelings aside when they kept bobbing up like apples at an autumn festival. His smile–his real smile–and the charm he so easily employed made her melt inside. The closest she could let herself get, in her frantically racing mind, was admitting how much he reminded her of her lost love; maybe that was why she felt so instantly attached but also afraid. In this very short time, being with Pride was just so *Easy*, much like it had been with Callon, without her having to try to be perfect, smart, or witty; without having to try her best to contain and smoothe out her emotions rather than each one playing across her face. Her eyes widened and she stammered at his statement about books, **"Oh no! I mean... I didn't mean to offend–books are great!! I just..."** She laughed nervously and let out a sigh, a distant look of longing on her own face now, **"My father... Well, my husband, too, used to say I would just drift away if not tied down by gravity. It can be hard for me to stay grounded. I really do enjoy books, but... It has to be the** ***Right*** **Book, and the right time, is all."** 
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Lusine found that her sadness was fading some under the warmth and the light that this son of war exuded. She looked upon him with somewhat new eyes, now that she could place him in the history she *Did* Know. Though she'd only gotten a few small peeks, she had no doubt the depths of pain in him were near fathomless. It made her a little irritated with herself, for being gone for so long. She was certain many more had suffered that need not because she hadn't been there. But someone like Pride... He deserved so much more. While she didn't agree entirely with war, with fighting, she did understand that at times it was necessary to actually have peace. This man beside her had sacrificed himself for what peace could be won, yet the world still hurt anyway. It only steeled her resolve to do everything she could for him, and for the Empire they called home as well.
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Though she felt the tug on her heart to share his sadness, to cry with him, as she watched the shining tears stream down his face, the Startouched found she was overflowing with love and devotion instead. Who knew if she would ever even meet another demigod? And certainly not one of such importance as Pride. Perhaps *This* Was *Exactly* What she was meant for, why she'd ended up locked away all this time. To be fresh, to be ready, to help *Him*. Her expression was incredibly soft, her eyes full of the care she felt, as she stopped their slow walk in the edge of the forest right outside the ruins. Facing the demigod of war and reaching up, she gently wiped his tears before taking very special care to put her hands on the sides of his head, guiding him down to rest his head on her shoulder. She kept one hand on his soft white hair while the other rubbed his back soothingly. Her voice was very warm and inviting, the small smile nearly audible in it, **"You're so welcome, my dear friend. I'm here with you, and I won't leave you. I know how hard it can be to hold it all in. You don't have to anymore. Especially not with me."** She would hold him this way however long he needed, however long he wanted, until he felt restored.
Ricky
"***Indeed it was...***" Pride said with a small smile, a glitter in his eyes beginning to grow as his memories of that time overtook him. He looked away for a moment as if peering through the veil of reality, looking back to that time long lost. "***I was The First Imperator... The General of Scipio's armies. I was revered, heralded as the strongest second only to Scipio himself. I was like the sun, radiant and all powerful, I was... A hero.***" His own words seemed to capture, for a moment, the true pride held deep within him. His truest desires and the passion he holds for his fathers decree of him: *"Become a hero, become the greatest, and lead them all into a new era of greatness.*"

It was then when Lusine spoke of her coming into the world that his glimmer became duller- his pride replaced with the true understanding he had forced himself to realize. And as he turned to Lusine, his smile warm and somber, he chuckled. "***I was just a boy trying to play hero, if not for my father I'd never be here and I'm rather glad I am.***"

He tried his best to show her the happiness he felt, not dwell on the past that still felt so fresh in his mind. He knew that if he was to offer her his helping hand than he must do so as his father wished for him to, to be strong for others.

"***Seems that we are aye? I'll do my best to help, I'm pretty caught up to speed already thanks to an old friend of mine- he's a... Scholar of sorts you could say. If anything he could also be of use for you, better than reading stuffy books or having to listen to me monologue.***"

He gave a small chuckle, knowing Merlin would have yelled at him for not layering on the titles- the old man is a fan of hearing about his own greatness. Despite his chuckle, ready as always, Pride rested a gentle head on Lusine' head. He laughed from the heart for a moment at her words, her willingness to be as kind as she could was so pure to him it caught him off guard a little.

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"***You didn't offend me, it's rather funny to see wh-***" He was about to go on about how he finds it funny when people learn of his love for books, a thing he shares when a mischievous joy each time, but when he saw the look of distant longing he knew it wasn't the time for his jokes. "***I understand what you mean. Books have always been... My escape, I guess. I've always been so grounded in the present, focused on the tasks at hand, always moving and always working. Whenever I found myself with moments of privacy and silence books always helped me feel... Peaceful. Worlds I could escape into, forget about my own for a time.***" He rubbed the back of his head bashfully. "***Although, the right book*** *Does* ***Indeed help with the enjoyment of reading.***"

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Even if he had held in his pain from her, as he has with so many others, part of him knew she would see through it. There are always those rare few who can see deeper into someone, to understand the struggles they must have faced to be where they stand today- to truly grasp at the real person behind the mask so many put in place to save themselves the pain feeling can bring. He knew she was one of those rare few, and when she looked at him with softness and care he knew his assumption was right. Perhaps this had been meant to be, ordained by fate or by the Gods themselves, so see these two aid eachother and stand by one another. It did not matter to Pride why this had happened, be it by fate or random chance, it did not matter to him- he was happy regardless. As his tears were brushed away the demigod of war seemed almost hesitant at first, the instinct breed into his very dna acting out against the idea of someone being so close to him, but when her hands laid on his face he felt safe- and that is enough. His head soon rested on her shoulder, his white hair- something he'd always felt pride in taking care of, held softly and his scarred back rubbed in an effort to soothe him. It felt so alien to be held so close, to be treated with such a tenderness, and despite it feeling strange it also feel peaceful- a peace he has longed for near his entire life.

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"***My strength lies within blades and battle, yours lies within peace and warmth. I am here for you, too. And so long as I draw breath I will defend you, help you, as you have helped me. You don't need to worry anymore, not with me,***"

His words came out as a soft whisper as he rested there in her arms for a moment, allowing himself these few precious seconds of peace- to truly enjoy this feeling and commit it to memory and destiny- a goal he can strive for, *To feel this peace again.* He knew that he could not rest her eternally, he wished with all his heart that he could, but with Lusine he knows it's not so distant a wish now.

"***We must go, Merlin awaits, and warm food and beds.***" The demigod raised a hand and gently pulled himself away from Lusine, holding her hands in his own with a smile, strength and a new found determination glittering in his eyes. A determination that drove him to feel like himself again, to act like the hero he wishes to be. And then a small mischievous smile took form on his face while the beating of wings and the roar of a lion drew closer. 

"***How are you with flying?***"
Joan
The dimming of his pride was not lost on her, and though Lusine sensed it was a delicate balance for him, she still hated to see him sell himself short. **"I'm very glad too, for so many things, I find. Our wise and divine parents, for one. And that we have courageous souls like you to protect us. The Empire wouldn't exist without your efforts."** Her smile was sweet, lit by true gratitude. Whether or not he called himself a hero mattered less to her; she only wanted him to see he had done *Amazing* Things with the power his father gave him. The choice to act had still been Pride's, the choice to possibly die, without knowing prior that help would come, to give himself for the people he loved. But she felt it wasn't the time to push it and let it go.
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The demigoddess' eyes sparkled with excitement, **"A scholar sounds perfect! I learn much better straight from the source. Plus..."** She seemed somewhat embarrassed for a moment, **"I never had any formal schooling. My father taught me everything I know, since my parents wanted to keep me hidden away until I was of age. Maybe your friend can make up for any deficits in my knowledge... Other than the obvious, of course."** From what she could tell, her father had been well-versed enough, as an ally of the divine, but still he was no scholar, and she knew too that she was no genius. 
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Flashing the golden man next to her a warm smile, she said with true joy, **"I'm more than happy to listen to you monologue. I'm sure you know how to tell stories in an incredibly exciting way!"** She was feeling more and more herself with each step they took together, though she had to try not to feel somewhat guilty. It always felt a small betrayal to her father and Callon to be unabashedly happy, like she'd forgotten them or left them behind. But she was wise enough to know they'd be happy right now too, that they wouldn't want her steeping in her misery. Being with Pride was certainly just the balm she needed to soothe the sting of her grief and loneliness. 
** **
As the Moon Maiden held her brave warrior, she was very aware of how odd it must be for him. She was as gentle and slow-moving as she could manage to be, doing all she could to tell his agitated spirit, so ready to fight, that there was no threat here. She found herself becoming a little emotional, thinking of how it was likely no one had ever done this for him before. She was certain it was all too easy for others to forget that underneath it all, the Lion was still a man, a person, who needed love and care like anyone else. His very presence, his strength, his storied past, and of course his prideful nature likely discouraged most from interacting with him this way. But she was practiced at peeling back the layers to try and see the soul underneath.
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Feeling Pride's soft breath on her neck as he spoke made her glowing skin tingle. It felt... So intimate. Her face flushed as she realized maybe she'd gone too far, overstepped bounds, in comforting him this way. But her gut feeling was certain it was exactly what he needed, so she tried to take his words to heart and not worry. Her voice was soft above him, and she hugged him to her gently as she spoke, **"Thank you, Pride. I'll try to remember that. I couldn't have asked for a better hero to come save me from myself. I hope this is the start to a very long friendship."** Her fears of navigating the world alone were certainly melting under Pride's kind radiance.
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When their eyes met again, Lusine was overjoyed to see the change in him. Her wide smile beamed up at him, her own happiness and hope reflecting his own, much like the celestial bodies they were connected to. At his question and the sounds of the flying lion, she looked confused for a brief moment. Her silvery blue eyes drifted up to the night sky, looking dreamy a moment, before they were suddenly brimming with tears. She continued to smile though her voice was a little raw with emotion, **"I've never flown, though I've always wanted to touch the sky... To be up there, closer..."** While she knew Lunara was not literally the moon, the demigoddess had come to think of the moon as her mother, since it was the only visible, tangible thing she had to cling to. All her life she'd stared up at the night sky, wishing to be with that distant moon.
Ricky
"***My courage is only so thanks to the trust of those I fight for. The bright futures I wish to see preserved and enjoyed. And the love all around I seek to enjoy and protect.***" His own smile was warm, holding in it the reborn determination of the one who would and will fight till the last no matter what. A genuine chuckle escaped him when he saw the sparkle in her eyes. "***Merlin Mora is the finest mage and scholar the realms have to offer. If anyone can catch you up to speed it'll be him... Funnily enough, he reminds me a lot of you. I'm sure you'll get along very well.***"

The thought of Lusine and Merlin meeting gave Pride a nice thing to think of. To see his old teacher, the mischievous and goofy Arch Magos and the pure, gentle Lusine having a chat. It brought a smile to his face just thinking about it, how good it makes him feel to think about. Upon realizing that it made his smile become smaller yet somehow brighter, a hopeful and wishing smile.

"***Telling stories?***" The war born chuckled at such an idea, if only Lusine knew of how often his drunken self would weave stories for anyone who'd lend an ear. "***Maybe sometime I could tell you a few.***"

With each step Pride found himself becoming more firm in his goal, the amount of kindness and comfort Lusine has brought to him in such a short time makes him feel much more determined to preserve that idea, that small dream he's beginning to see. To be around Lusine, to spend time with her and to see her smile... As often as he can.

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Being held by her only added to his dream, the dream he could see so much more clearly when he was in her arms. The safety it brought him, the peace of mind and body her embrace brought him. He felt like he could truly rest within her arms, the weight of his worries and struggles lifted off his shoulders by her touch. She made him feel good, to feel seen and to feel understood. For far too long has he had to carry, what sometimes felt like the world, on his shoulders. She saw past the stories, the appearance of power and the prideful nature- she saw the man underneath and she accepted him. "***I'm no hero, I'm lucky I stumbled upon you, luckier that I could be of use to you. And I'm glad I did, you've helped me as much as I have helped you.***" The weight of his world felt lighter on his shoulders thanks to Lusine' gentle glow.

He looked to her when Ikabad drew closer, his smile shining all the brighter when he saw just how much joy the prospect of flying brought her, it makes him happy that he can share that with her- something he knew she would love just as much as him, if not a little more. "***Good, I'm glad to hear it.***" He said with a grin as his friend landed a few paces away from him. 

"***Ikabad, you hairball, what took you so long?***" A laugh escaped the demigod, loud and proud, as he hugged the mane of his lion. The beast, proud and strong like Pride, grumbled and pushed back against Pride- the two of them pushing against the other like a game to see who can push the other further. "***Up for a little trip old friend? I have someone I want you to meet.***" With a little muscling, and a little willingness from Ikabad, the demigod turned his feline friends head to Lusine.
Gregory
The lion huffed from his nose as he began to walk towards Lusine, each step slow and methodical as a way so show he carried good intentions. His fur like freshly fallen snow, his mane large and flowing like Pride's own hair, and each step he took showed the corded muscle under his fur.

"*Greetings, I am Ikabad, servant of Titanos and companion of Pride. Pleased to meet you, Child of the Moon.*" A voice as deep as the mines of Mistorian spoke within the mind of Lusine as Ikabad dipped his head.
Ricky
"***You can pet him if you like, his fur is softer than my hair- annoyingly.***" Pride walked up beside the white lion and in one swift motion he climbed atop Ikabad. The beast turned towards the side, his wings of white unfurling in a grand display as he let out a low roar. It was at that moment that Pride seemed to shine his brightest, like the hero of legend astride his great steed. His truest self, the proud demigod of war.

"***Care to see the stars up close, hm?***" He reached out a hand to Lusine with smile on his face. An invitation to see the heavens above beside him.
Joan
Pride's words were comforting for her in more ways than one. They were reassurance that, though he was charged with doing it differently, their purposes in this world were more aligned than she'd originally thought. She, too, only wanted to ensure a happy, bright future for the people of the Empire. She had only briefly considered that war could be a means to that goal, but as a tool in Pride's hands, it seemed to work quite well. It was not a tool she could pick up herself, not unless it was the direst of circumstances. She was very glad Aeterna had someone like the demigod of war watching and protecting them, so that she and others like her could work towards peace and tranquility without weapons in their hands. She chuckled heartily at the comparison to this mysterious Merlin, **"That sounds perfect. I don't know that I've met a scholar yet that could deal with my... Focus issues."** She laughed with a little embarrassment, **"But maybe he'd understand. And I would love to learn more about magic in a more formal setting, how** Very **Perfect, indeed."** As grateful as she was to her father, and as long as she'd been doing the magic that felt quite instinctual to her, she was certain there was more she could learn, more she could still yet do, given the right teacher. At the mention of stories, she looked up at him with pale eyes full of wonder and awe, her voice more so betraying her excitement, **"Oh, I would love that!! I mean, whenever you had the time..."** She turned her face away a moment, squeezing her eyes shut fervently. Why did he make her feel like a young girl again, all blushes and giggles?
** **

The Moon Maiden only felt more concerned to note the reluctance with which she let him go. Her arms felt... Empty somehow, without being wrapped around his giant but gentle form. It was startling, pleasantly but still, how natural it had felt to hold him. She told herself it was because he so desperately needed the comfort, that she was so happy and warm because what could be a better fulfillment for her duty in this world? Yet deep down, she knew there was something more there. Something that had sparked and wouldn't go out anytime soon. A feeling that clashed with the sorrow and grief that were still so big a part of her emotional landscape. She didn't dwell on it much longer, even just the ghost of guilt and shame enough to scare her away from the mental pursuit of it. His words struck her from drifting away in her mind, a disbelieving laugh huffing softly from her lips. **"If you're no hero, then I'm no woman..."** She regarded him with a playfully quirked brow, daring him to argue, **"Just take the compliment, friend. I won't think you too prideful; in fact, I'd rather like to stoke that pride."** She grinned at him with stars in her eyes and mischief in her bright smile. **"It's the least I could do, truly."** The care she'd given him was but a drop from the bucket, and she was capable of much more, when the need next arose.
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As the flying lion drew ever closer, the demigoddess just couldn't contain her astonishment and glee. She had heard stories of the fabled creature, but to see him in person...*Up close*, was quite a different matter entirely. She watched the two playfully scuffle and talk with wide eyes full of wonder, her lips slightly parted in her smile. Her hand made her way to her mouth unconsciously, her fingertips resting on her lips. Once Pride spoke of introductions and the great lion strode towards her slowly, she thought surely this was all a dream. She must still be stuck inside herself, mourning the days away; there was just no way this could all be real. It was too good, too happy, too perfect to be real. With the son of Titanos nearby and so affectionate with this creature, she felt no fear towards Ikabad. Upon hearing the lion's voice in her head, she laughed with the genuine, musical cadence that hadn't left her lips in over two millennia. **"Wow..."** Was all that she said, in a soft whisper, while in her mind she responded, *"Hello Ikabad, your reputation well proceeds you. What an honor! Please, you can just call me Lusine, if you like."* She looked at Pride with barely contained excitement and desire upon the mention of petting the lion, wasting no time to close the few steps between them. Her excitement did not impact the gentle strokes she gave the lion, however, soft and methodical, before gently digging her fingers into his mane to truly scratch; at least, cats liked that, maybe lions did too?
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The smile the Startouched wore was very serene and soft as she gazed down at Ikabad. Once Pride had mounted the beast, and she took a step back to look up at the demigod, she let out a soft gasp. Though she was just as divine and somewhat storied as he was, Lusine couldn't help but be stunned by the sight before her. His radiance was, truly and literally, breathtaking, every bit the picture of the perfect, glorious hero. Had he always been so handsome? She blinked at him a few times, mouth agape, before swallowing nervously and responding to this previous comment somewhat clumsily, **"I mean... I guess... You** Both **Have impossibly soft hair..."** She fiddled with her own, finding her hands felt awkward and uncoordinated, which didn't help her find her emotional footing at all, **"Even softer than mine! Though... I guess I have been living in ruins for... Thousands of years..."** Her voice trailed off, muttering more and more quietly as her eyes drifted off to the side.
** **
Pride's invitation jerked her eyes back to him immediately, and Lusine feared her heart was going to stop and give up, it was pounding so wildly in her chest. Surely it wasn't just *Him* Causing this reaction in her? No, surely not. There was Ikabad, the promise of being in the sky... Yes, so many exciting things! And her first real conversation, first real interaction with *Anyone* In so very long... Such artful dodges kept her from letting her mind wander too far. How could so much joy be contained in one person? She wasn't sure, as she felt fit to bursting, when such a short time ago she would've said the same of sorrow. Her soft voice trembled as much as her hand as she reached up to take his, **"I don't think I've ever wanted anything more."** The firm but caring grip with which she took his hand, however, was far more confident than she herself seemed to portray.
Ricky
"***Oh he'll more than understand. Merlin might be the Arch Magos but he is still a silly old gnome. He plays more pranks and tells more jokes than a body might- but he can teach and aid anyone. He even taught me back during the Age of Demigods. You can thank him for my light magic.***" He said with a wink, a small moment of humor in hopes to help lighten the spirits- less melancholy and ponderous, but spirits of happiness and joy.

"***Anytime you wish, just not in the middle of battle of course.***" He slapped his chest as he chuckled for a second, finding himself funnier than he has any right to be, yet when she replied and told him to take the compliment he sighed and nodded his head with a reluctant smile. "***I guess I could stand to be complimented from time to time.***"
Gregory
The White Lion responses to Lusine within her mind, his rumbling voice like the sound of thunder. "*And you as well. The honor is all mine, I have long wished for Pride to find those he can form a kinship with. I am glad to see it is you, Lusine.*"

He spoke with kindness and humility, showing the true grace Lusine is to his heart. He is a direct creation of Titanos, pure in his divinity, so to Ikabad it is like the approval and thanks of Titanos himself. And in some way, it is. Though, despite his divine nature, the celestial lion could not resist the joy of a good scratch- a soft growl rumbling from his chest was the answer to Lusine' question.
Ricky
He smiled at Lusine as she muttered softer and softer, he could tell what was happening- he'd been there many times. "***One of my divine gifts. You have your beauty, I have soft hair.***" Pride flicked his head to the side, whipping his hair with a humorous grin. Though when he did look upon her again, seeing the look on her face and hearing the tremble to her voice told him that she needed this more than he did- so he might as well make it as memorable as he can.

"***Good.***" As their hands clasped Pride pulled Lusine onto the saddle in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Between Pride and the mane of Ikabad sat the child of the moon, an arm wrapped around her waist and a hand resting on top of her's. "***Lay your hand on his mane, get a good grip- and don't worry it doesn't hurt him, and speak to him in your heart and mind.***"

It was simple to Pride, mundane even, but he's been doing this for millennia. Though in practice it is quite simple and as he gently guided her hand down he waited with an eager smile. And once Lusine spoke to the beast of myth once again- they were off. With a powerful downward flap of his wings the white lion brought all three of them into sky. Within moments they passed through clouds, soaring higher and higher yet slower and slower. Once Ikabad leveled his wings the trio soared through the night sky, only a gentle breeze and the stars above to keep them company.

"***Look at them...***" Pride whispered as he gazed high above, his golden eyes softening as he looked upon the stars. The heavens above.
Joan
Listening to Pride talk about Merlin all this time, seeing how much he truly liked and admired this man–not to mention Pride's own magical abilities, apparently learned from this storied figure–made Lusine all the more eager to meet him. If the wizard was as easy to get along with as the demigod, perhaps she could count off having one more friend. She spluttered a laugh before becoming very briefly serious, **"I** Do **Thank him though. If not for you and your light magic..."** She looked back over her shoulder at the ruins shrinking away behind them as they walked. Sensing his desire to move onward and upward, she again wore her bright smile, though it had a mildly conspiratorial air, **"Take care the promises you make me. I** Will **Eventually collect on them. I look forward to an evening of your heroic stories over some ale."** 

The reluctant and almost *Shy* Response to her compliment was so opposite what Pride showed the world, to what was recorded in stories and history. Just another reminder to her that he needed extra special care, that most only saw the legend and missed the man underneath entirely. Continuing to be playful, her own way of trying not to focus on the–still inexplicable–nerves she felt around him, she said, **"Oh, don't worry. You'll be quite practiced at taking compliments the more time you spend with me."** As she turned her pale blue eyes up at him, his own subtle glow was reflected back to him in them. 
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The demigoddess let the divine creature's words sink in, a soft and almost unconscious smile curling her lips as she scratched. She could almost feel the reverberations of his... Purr, really was the best word, in her own chest. Once the awkwardness and confusion had taken hold of her, she raised her face reluctantly from Ikabad to meet her new friend's burning eyes. An errant thought passed of worrying he could see right through her, but she let it flit on by without landing, a nervous laugh escaping at his hair flip. 

Pride pulling her up and getting her in the proper position atop the lion happened so quickly that her brain–her heart, if she could be honest with herself–barely kept up. Suddenly having his arm securely around her waist and his hand on top of hers, she nearly missed the instruction he was trying to give. But thankfully her brain seemed to catch all the words anyway, if a little belatedly. She was glad for the dim light and to be facing away from him as she felt her sparkling cheeks burning with heat. She managed to get out, **"Ah, ok... I think I can do that,"** As she took a firm hold on the lion's mane. Her chest was tight with excitement and anticipation as she thought, *Ikabad, can you please take us to the skies? I... I've never flown, be gentle. But... This is the greatest gift. I've always wanted to be part of the night sky.* If that wasn't speaking with her heart too, she wasn't sure at the moment what else to say. 
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Lusine had to reevaluate how fast it had felt to mount, for flying itself was *So* Much faster. Her initial gasp turned into genuine laughter and joy as they soared upward. She'd never done anything so exhilarating, and yet once they leveled out, the ascent done... It was the very definition of peacefulness. The cool breeze was very welcome on her warm skin, but she hardly noticed it. Her eyes were wide, jaw slack, and mouth agape at the scene around her. Her eyes has never laid upon anything more marvelous, more *Beautiful*. Swathes of tiny stars were freckled with larger ones, twinkling in and out, and the sky itself was a mixture of navy blue and royal purple. The constellations scattered here and there were like fine jewels on the most beautiful person she'd ever seen. But of course, what she found most stunning was the moon.

The celestial body lay before her in more grand proportions than were possible from the ground. Though it was currently only a crescent to the naked eye, this close, she could see the behemoth of stone hiding in the shadow. Even exhausted and utterly depleted, she felt her shadow self stir with recognition. The glowing part was pocked with rocks and craters, so many imperfections unable to be seen unless you were close–another thing she found relatable. Finally closing her soft lips, she could only stare, eyes glassy with tears that finally began to slowly trickle down. She had no words, only the knot in her stomach that was a mixture of joy, sorrow, excitement, and fear; a host of opposing forces, not unlike herself.
** **

After a long span of silence, the Moon Maiden sniffled, which made her laugh at herself for some reason, and she was finally able to meet Pride's gaze once more. Her eyes sparkled, but so close to the moon like this, their shimmer was nearly lost in the glow she fairly radiated. Upon first trying to speak, her voice broke, **"I can't–" She cleared her throat, "Pride, I can never thank you enough."** She shook her head in disbelief, her smile warm and genuine, **"You've given me both my life and my greatest dream, all in one night. I could never possibly repay you."** She couldn't help another sweep around at the grandeur before her cool eyes locked again with his warm ones. For just a moment–in such a *Perfect* Moment–she allowed just a little undeniable clarity to seep through the fear and guilt; she *Loved* Him, oh Lunara above, she loved *Him*.