She didn’t receive much in the way of an alert that he’d arrived -- nothing more than the sound of a super ring warping him to a much different location that surely planned, && the almost comical sound of shoe soles skidding to a stop on the ground. She turns immediately away from her “work,” the pockets of one-way viewing screens all turning to static before fading away into nothing.
The goddess’ dimension was quiet, serene -- a gentle breeze blew through open fields of tall grass, just-warm sunlight glinting down on the occasional cooler stone. A clear-water lake could be seen in the distance, a fading white-painted bridge leading towards a gazebo. To the side of the lake, an old oak tree, fit with a wooden swing -- && farther, much farther out, a cottage, matching in look and color to the rest of the area. It was a comfort she no longer needed, providing luxuries she should have abandoned millennia ago, && yet she couldn’t. For her -- ( The Balance, The Mourner, The Mother ) -- it was something that kept her chained to reality, kept her sane in the passing of so many lonely years. Regardless of her ascension, for “Libra,” it was still considered a necessity.
Finally, she speaks. “ Aa..I was wondering when we’d finally get the chance to meet.. And of course, as fate would have it..it’s when I’m not at all ready,
yet.. ”
When would she have ever been ready? Especially now, faced with the blue hero when he was still so young.. She’d seen so much of his life -- how he’d gotten to the point where he stood now, in front of her (and just below her -- as she still remained hovering a few feet from the ground), how so many points in his future would play out.. It always broke && chipped at the last little pieces of an oh-so-fragile heart to see child heroes such as him, but she knew he had chosen this path of his own volition. && in the end, despite all that he would experience && all that he would suffer, he’d make it out -- somehow, he’d make it out just fine.
She can’t help the sad smile that settles onto her expression, nor the familiar stinging at her eyes -- really, when will she ever learn to stop looking into the future of others? She had so much she wanted to tell him -- but for the sake of not disrupting the natural balance of things, there was so very little she could actually share. She wanted to warn him, advise him -- give him the best chance of escaping any suffering, && send him on his way to a happier reward..but she couldn’t. Even so much as clearly mentioning what lie ahead of him would only ensure that it either wouldn’t happen, or that something far, far worse would, instead.
No matter what she wanted to say, she refused to be the one to force fate to flip that horrid coin -- not this time.
She had no choice, then. In true godly fashion, she had to be vague, if she wanted to say anything at all. Brow upturning, she settles from a hover to the ground, on her knees -- it was the only way to keep herself from looking down on him, even if all she did was stand.. Hands settle in her lap, && though he was not her own, the warmth in her gaze belonged only to that of a loving, adoring mother’s.
“ There’s so much I wish I could tell you, Sonic.. You’re going to face so much danger..so many hardships..yet somehow, they will never stop you.. "
The faint outline of cogs && gears tick around her pupils -- she can’t help it. She looks, again -- && again, checking before every word that passes by her lips for the risk that what she says may change anything in any drastic way. Perhaps he would ignore her, in true childish fashion -- it was only natural, && possibly for the best, though it terrified her. Despite everything she knows will happen, her mind still wanders to troubling thoughts -- what if it was wrong? What if something happened, && he would be lost? She shouldn’t have looked. She shouldn’t have glanced at all -- not at him, not at his future. It was always so difficult when it came to children---
“ Be careful.. Please, please be careful. Watch out for those you love..try not to get lost in the honor && glory.. Be wary of your enemies, though there may always be a chance they will change--- "
Too much -- continuing that would be too much.
Perhaps he would forget it -- perhaps he would take that, && only that, to heart..perhaps nothing would change, at all.. Perhaps he would write their meeting off as some strange dream -- that was, surely..for the best.
“ ...There’s still so much I can never tell you.. I’m sorry... ”
