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The Earth heard the Moon, but she didn't respond. She had a job to do and whether the Moon understood that or not didn't matter. And Alcmene...she meant well, but she would never understand the connection Ryeth had to growing things, to life and humans and Abnormals. She was in the sky, distant and barren - and while this saddened Ryeth, she also knew it meant her sister was colder than her and less understanding of things she could not grasp fully. Alcmene had made her view of the humans known perfectly well in the past and even if she had come down to help along with Ciro, that did not mean Ryeth's job was done.
And just because she chose to take every precaution in protecting those dear to her did not mean she didn't trust her siblings. It simply meant that some instincts and habits and duties ran too deep to be cast aside. Her job, her very purpose was to be a place of refuge in the empty universe for those upon her back. It was more than pride, more than fear that drove Ryeth but her very destiny in the grand scheme of the universe.
If the Moon could not understand that, did not want to be a part of it, then there was nothing the Earth could do to change her mind. It didn't mean she didn't take her sister's words into account, though, and slowly the land stopped moving so swiftly around the world, stopped straining to frantically to beat her brothers to their next striking place. No, Luna was right in some regard. She could trust Ciro and Pontus. They might have been rash and hasty at times, but even while she'd not been observing them, they'd taken care. She could see that now and she felt slightly ashamed for her own haste.
She stopped extending herself so far and a great deal of her essence returned to her body, but she didn't immediately settle, her very being flowing through the human body she'd taken until she found the tiny heartbeat in her middle. Ryeth touched her child then for the first time and a joy surged through her that drowned out everything else for a wonderful, blessed minute in time. Yes, this was worth living for, worth being careful for. That settled in her mind, she centered herself and her human body took a deep breath, eyes opening to observe the world that way again.
She had done what she could. All she would. Now it was up to her brothers to end this and she sent that along to them, gave them her consent for she felt they were holding back for her sake.
And just because she chose to take every precaution in protecting those dear to her did not mean she didn't trust her siblings. It simply meant that some instincts and habits and duties ran too deep to be cast aside. Her job, her very purpose was to be a place of refuge in the empty universe for those upon her back. It was more than pride, more than fear that drove Ryeth but her very destiny in the grand scheme of the universe.
If the Moon could not understand that, did not want to be a part of it, then there was nothing the Earth could do to change her mind. It didn't mean she didn't take her sister's words into account, though, and slowly the land stopped moving so swiftly around the world, stopped straining to frantically to beat her brothers to their next striking place. No, Luna was right in some regard. She could trust Ciro and Pontus. They might have been rash and hasty at times, but even while she'd not been observing them, they'd taken care. She could see that now and she felt slightly ashamed for her own haste.
She stopped extending herself so far and a great deal of her essence returned to her body, but she didn't immediately settle, her very being flowing through the human body she'd taken until she found the tiny heartbeat in her middle. Ryeth touched her child then for the first time and a joy surged through her that drowned out everything else for a wonderful, blessed minute in time. Yes, this was worth living for, worth being careful for. That settled in her mind, she centered herself and her human body took a deep breath, eyes opening to observe the world that way again.
She had done what she could. All she would. Now it was up to her brothers to end this and she sent that along to them, gave them her consent for she felt they were holding back for her sake.