"I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me." The miqo'te says thus quietly, ears tucked against silver-white hair. "I have fought and fought and never stopped beating back your enemies. I have watched myself perish, and then bound to you, been forced to get back up. I have become an abomination, incapable of death. And now after sacrificing so much I hear not even a passing whisper? Have you found yourself a new champion? Damned us to walk the earth eternally without purpose?"
How does one answer such a question? How can one tell their beloved child such a thing as what their beloved daughter is asking them? Their voice has gone to another of their worlds, to save it from the Darkness.
Hydaelyn’s light is restoring, if slowly. But the exhaustion of so many calamities, so many Primals and Eikons being called….
Still…this is one who Hydaelyn loves deeply. One of her most precious children. She is owed an answer.
~No, my Child. My silence has hurt thee, to my sorrow. But much has sapped my strength from me. So many have called forth their Dreams because of Fear and Rage and Grief.~
A soft, gentle breeze stirs white hair about sensitive ears. She wishes she had more strength. That calling upon her beloved children was not so necessary.
~Ever am I with thee, Beloved Daughter. Ever will I be with thee. Even when I cannot speak to thee….~
