valkeirie said : The more time she spends around Godie, the less she feels the need to cradle her mother's bones and speak to the sword as if the Goddess could respond in such a broken state. Even now, during nights that Seiros cannot find sleep, it is /their/ presence that soothes the ache in her chest. When she finally breaks the silence, her voice is soft sound carried upon the breeze. "Are you happy here, Godie?"
Sleep was an interesting thing, a concept they had not really known. A bizarre thing given they’d been essentially forced into sleeping a thousand or so years ago. Maybe that had something to do with their lack of need of rest, of some shut eye, having spent roughly a thousand years asleep, they’d caught all the z’s they could need for at least a mortal’s lifespan. They’d tried to sleep when others of the monastery slumbered, but it was of no use. Most nights they spent awake and wandering the place, wandering about the grass fields late at night when all had left and retreated to their dreams, staring at the sea of stars above them or observing the life that dwelt in the night.
Sometimes though, they spent the quieter and stiller hours with the one who currently offered them shelter and care. Either alongside her or sitting upon the floor and keeping watch like some dog worried something might stir its master awake. Godie found the dark time much more bearable when they could watch Seiros sleep or idly chat with her. Tonight was the more chatty nights, a thing that gladened the stray dragon.
Their smile faltered just a bit when Serios’ face suddenly became solemn, as if thinking for a moment, her question making their expression drop into a look they couldn’t possibly guess. Emotions were tricky, self expression and awareness evaded them at every turn, words not at all their strongpoint. Most things that left them were things others had done or said to them. They’d never asked nor been asked about one’s happiness.
Unconsciously, they answer with an uncharacteristic softness in their voice, speaking in a voice wholly genuine and firm in their statement. Emotions might have been a puzzle to them they had trouble piecing together, but Godie was certain in what they felt towards her, their companion and friend. Though they knew not how to explain their gaze to her, anyone would see that they looked up to the woman with the reverence not of a follower, but of one much closer, a glow of kinship and fondness.