Cedar hesitantly lets the other person support Cap, their injuries starting to become too much at this point. They're... starting to regret it. Almost.
"That's a great question, actually. Apparently, I've lost my memories of the past... five years? I think? To me, I'm 16. I ran away this morning. I have no fucking clue what's going on or where I am."
They follow their old friend without thought, just glad to finally have a face they recognize.
The women keeps going, and ‘hmms’.
“Sorry to say, there’s a lot that’s different. I can tell you if you want—but yknow. It’ll be a long story.”
She pauses in a clearing and sighs. “This looks like a good place as any. Quill, can you start the fire; Eren, start skinning those rabbits we got—“ and here Ophelia begins rattling off people and tasks which they go about with minimum complaining.
Darling sits back and meows, irritatingly, at Cedar for ignoring her attempts at wanting scritches.
"Apparently, I'm different, too. I have win-" They turn to look over their shoulder, brows furrowing when they notice their severe lack of wings. "...Nevermind." Roll with the punches.
Of course, they crouch down and start petting Darling, squinting up at their friend. "I know about the city. And my family. It... I'm dealing with it. I guess. How have you been? Have... we managed to keep in touch like we promised to?"
She shakes her head, and begins to take off her bow and quiver and then armor. “When you left—“ she says and the stops again.
“When you left, your dad took the throne. Nobody was allowed to send messages in or out. We used to set them up in that secret spot, do you remember it? And then—like. Prime, I was stupid and I got caught with your letters.
I was punished. Almost lost my life, but I survived.” She smiles again, and it’s almost exactly as you remembered.
“I was trained to be one of the King’s assassins. They thought they’d broken me, like I ever could be. Just lucky the Goddess—oh wait. Too soon.”
"My dad? He- what happened to my grand-" Cedar cuts off, a horrible feeling sinking over their shoulders. "They said he died after I left. How did Orpheus die? Don't lie to me."
"The secret spot? God, I was going to send the best letters there. You-"
Cedar catches onto the mention of the Goddess, and this only deepens the Bad Feeling. "...Goddess? What happened?"
“Your granddad died peacefully, Cedar. They did a coroner’s thing and everything. Heart attack in his sleep. That, I can promise you.”
Ophelia takes a quick look around, and then leans down. “Something your dad did like really made Lady Luck mad. Like super super mad, she came down and razed the city to the Ground. Everyone who survived went to her new city and became her new followers. It’s lead by her High Priestess.”
She turns around and unbuckles something from her belt. “It’s honestly—so weird. I never expected it, but everyone’s still a little too scared to talk back to the Goddess since the city burned. She wouldn’t kick them out or anything but still. They’re like—so scared.
"Heart attack? He was healthy-" They shake their head, "I'm... still wrapping my head around his death. I'll deal with it. Thank you."
Their brows furrow further at the mention of Ophelia destroying their city, a shock of fear traveling down their spine at the sheer mention of her.
"I, uh... don't blame them. I'm also a little terrified of Lady Luck. And she has a High Priestess now? Who's that? So I can avoid them and stuff. I don't really... want to deal with her. Not while I'm doing all this. It'd be too much."
“Surprise and hurt can worm its way into anyone’s heart, and kill them Cedar.”
Suddenly, she’s not looking at Cedar. She fiddles with something on her belt, and ‘hms’. “I don’t think you’ve got to worry about it,” she says, “considering that she never leaves her place of worship, you’re all good.”
The air itself lets out a breath, and the camp bustles into activity again.
"...Yeah. That's true." Cedar also looks away, voice dropping as they do.
The tension only makes them paranoid, and the paranoia makes them want to leave. So, they reluctantly stand up.
"That's good, I guess. And, um. Thank you- for saving me, and my friend, and everything, and for catching me up- but... I should go." They need to get out of this place to figure their own damn head out.
“You can’t go,” she says, and stands up as well. “There could be more Hunters out there and… trust me, Cedar, you don’t want them to find you.”
Darling mews and threads between Cedar’s legs, before laying over their feet, in an act of defiance.
“Please? Please just stay around until your friend wakes up, okay?”














