@soulofwhite ☼
Her words struck a nerve, a darkness that encapsulated what small fraction of the heart that may remain in his soulless form. The cursed one still struggled with their recent melancholy... The fight with her previous charge, the feeling of loss and the feeling of regaining what was his all at once before ultimately losing it all again as her grandmother fell to pieces. Young Shiva’s anger... Wounds were still fresh, plasma still bubbled around the scab on the young soul’s heart, and his own torment was still strong as well. At current, their home was not safe, and so here they were, on an adventure in the middle of the woods to search for a new place until they were safe once more. His thoughts were muddled, a hand lifting where black fingers could coax the edge of his one severed horn. “....Shiva.” His words came careful, concentrated as he moved to the child who seemed so solemn, a white specter among the abysmal darkness that swallowed the outside. “We will visit her... She may be a tree, but trees are living things, aren’t they?” He crouched down to her height, his head canting forward. He knew she must still be bitter with him and for that much -- He did not blame her in the slightest. “You can tell her the stories of our new home and our travels... I’m certain part of her remains with that tree and she’ll be glad you speak with her. Does this sound fair to you?”
