02-04-2015, 02:27 PM
"The past still exists. It still defines you, even if you can't see all the paths that have led you to now. I just mean that you should continue to move forward; the memories will return if they're meant to."
Her grandfather would have known what to say to ease Aurora's mind, but though Tehya had soaked up his wisdom the whole of her childhood, she was not an elder. She didn't know how to soothe these legitimate fears and frustrations. But she would guide as best she knew how.
"Aria has had an unusual life."
The words were neutral, but Tehya did not approve of the way the Atharim had raised her. These days she found less and less she understood about the Old Order Atharim, so tied up with religion and dogma, blinded by how things were - how they thought they should be. Equilibrium was more important than judgement, but so frequently the Atharim judged like the gods they purported to hate. Tehya respected those that came before her, the Atharim's origins, their birth in fire, but she was not at all religious. The longer she stayed in Moscow, the more atrocity she spied in the halls of the organisation she loved, sins cast in the name of old words lost of meaning. It pained her.
"Aria knows how to find me. And you're welcome to call any time, Aurora, if you ever have need of me."
Tehya was not a social creature, but was resolute to her duty, and Aurora's gifts made her more sister than most. There was so little that could be openly said here, and Tehya was not good at shadowy talk; she preferred by far to be simple and direct. For now she moved on seamlessly. "They're relatively rare. We don't even exactly know where they come from, or how they reproduce - if they even do. There are plenty of theories, but nothing proven."
Nothing new there. Considering her personal history, Aurora might even know more than Tehya about the creatures.
Her grandfather would have known what to say to ease Aurora's mind, but though Tehya had soaked up his wisdom the whole of her childhood, she was not an elder. She didn't know how to soothe these legitimate fears and frustrations. But she would guide as best she knew how.
"Aria has had an unusual life."
The words were neutral, but Tehya did not approve of the way the Atharim had raised her. These days she found less and less she understood about the Old Order Atharim, so tied up with religion and dogma, blinded by how things were - how they thought they should be. Equilibrium was more important than judgement, but so frequently the Atharim judged like the gods they purported to hate. Tehya respected those that came before her, the Atharim's origins, their birth in fire, but she was not at all religious. The longer she stayed in Moscow, the more atrocity she spied in the halls of the organisation she loved, sins cast in the name of old words lost of meaning. It pained her.
"Aria knows how to find me. And you're welcome to call any time, Aurora, if you ever have need of me."
Tehya was not a social creature, but was resolute to her duty, and Aurora's gifts made her more sister than most. There was so little that could be openly said here, and Tehya was not good at shadowy talk; she preferred by far to be simple and direct. For now she moved on seamlessly. "They're relatively rare. We don't even exactly know where they come from, or how they reproduce - if they even do. There are plenty of theories, but nothing proven."
Nothing new there. Considering her personal history, Aurora might even know more than Tehya about the creatures.