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[perfectlygoodbird]

WHO: Meteion and Estinien Wyrmblood
WHAT: In avoiding the Kenoma, a bird runs into another problem.
WHERE: Venera
WHEN: 26th of Soviseri.
WARNINGS: This will only end in tears, with Meteion a shard.

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The bird has been doing her best to keep a low profile ever since the events of the Sovereign's Moon had come to an end. She'd spoken to no one, though that had hurt. Hurt in ways that Meteion had not comprehended until now, when she was well and truly alone. There wasn't anyone she could trust any more. Not after the things she had done--but she also had no one to blame for that but herself. Meteion had made her choices now, like she had made them so long ago. Her sisters were no more, though, and despite the assurance she'd had from Cid that the Final Days had not been her fault...was that something the bird truly believed?

Not now. Not yet. She couldn't.

Meteion tugs the edge of her mantle further up over her head. She can't really hide her legs or tailfeathers--not without leaving a trail--so she keeps to the side streets, trusting in the fact that she is small and unobtrusive to hope that prying eyes simply pass over her.

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[aionpcs]

The relief gives way to shock and then frustrated dismay. He will feel it awaken within his shard, like has two times before, sending waves of pacifying energy through him.

No!

His own wings are forced to move of their own accord, wrapping him in their embrace even as he struggles. Moving will feel increasingly difficult, his body is slowly going numb.

The boy... he is among the light... he needs nothing more from you... the others... they have made their choice... they chose this world... it's pains...

He will be brought to his knees, a feeling of lightness overtaking him, as if set adrift from his physical form. His thoughts will begin to blur, the world around him melting away in favor of an inner dream, shielding him from the woes he so desperately tries to express.

I offered you sanctuary and gave you death... I will not allow it... not again...

Its voice grows increasingly frantic and disorientated, as if incapable of hearing what he says with reason. There is only guilt and regret that blinds its, because its paradise had failed, and nothing is more emblematic of that than the life that been lost under its watch.

...Must... Make it right... I must...

[coerthantorment]

He screams, because he does not have the strength to roar. No, instead, he finds he's losing himself one more. He had made his plea, and again he is ignored, made helpless, bound in the prison of his own soul.

He thrashes and fights, but it doesn't last forever. As the entity's pacification gradually overwhelms him, he can feel his strength leave, his mind untethered and left to drift. He tries to think of Himeka, of Abel, of Alphinaud... but gradually even his sorrow is taken from him.

In the end, he can only weep, the tears falling even after he has forgotten why.

[aionpcs]

As he falls into slumber, his uppermost wings will fold over his eyes, as if soothing his tears. In reality, they only blind him from the world outside as his body is held immobile, locked into sleep and forced to forget.

As it was in Venera, he has become like a statue, with a shimmering aura like the crystals that fill the shrine. There he will be left until awakened.