It is not an often sight to find the Hunter idling in the Tower these days. Between that of bittersweet & the looming tension in the air -- pyramidal shapes sailing on the horizon of their people. This would be a time found otherwise in the EDZ, neighboring Devrim's cathedral or an Eliksni's tattered ship. But she grounds herself here not willingly, but an obligation that would otherwise be argued by one wearing their heart on their sleeve.
A reminder of what she was -- what they stood for.
If Guardians didn't stick around near the City during its darkest times, what hope would those without Light have? What hope would those who did? The bleeding separation of glory & acceptance... & she found herself struggling to tell what side she leaned.
What would happen, she wondered, if they made it into the Traveler?
What it would look like... what it would feel like. Would they return?
" Earth to Seleneee. Your warranty is calling yooou~ "
Star-gazed eyes blink in brief confusion, the Awoken tilting her head to the side out of habit though her companion hidden from view. Elbows resting upon the railings of the Tower neighboring a memorial to the last Guardian Games, as hands clasped around galaxy printed cheeks - the sky vastly more empty than the traditional view of a white sphere.
" Someone is staring at you. Mayhaps they're also finding something to distract them, " the Ghost's voice chirped internally.
" Eh? " risen brows gently turn, first to the left, then to the right - a means to not be suspicious, albeit curious. " Someone? "
