MYST AND FOG DID NOT LEAVE THE GODDESS UNEASY LIKE OTHERS. The dark had never been something that frightened her. Not only due to the natural glow that followed her every move , but she had grown accustomed to the dark long ago. In a way , it offered her some comfort.
It's not difficult for the pale haired Goddess to sense the other. Warm , closed mouthed smile spreading across her features. Like she's remembered a fond memory or a feeling of comfort perhaps. Or quite possibly both , given the aura she senses off in the distance. It's a friend.
Reverence is answered with a grateful nod. Warm smile ever present , not an air of someone feeling about another. That had never been her way of being. Never seeing herself as anything more special than the simplest of creatures. Likely being one of the many things deeming her worthy of the title.
❝ Not lost , ❞ She mused. Steps bringing her in an silent fashion. Her own bare feet unable to be heard placing pressure upon earth. Galaxy hued eyes scanning darkened trees as she comes to be merely a foot from the other woman. ❝ Merely , wandering without direction. It's been too long and , I find not having a destination can present the sweetest of them all. It is good to see you. ❞
・˖·✦ continued from here with @brightas.