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Stone crackled first. Like an eggshell being pecked by the determination of the new life it could no longer contain. Puffs of dust began to steam out of the cracks as if forced. The stone began to regress, to become something lighter, wetter. It fell, like a slough of mud and there on pedestals, two of the manaie stood; less grim perhaps than when their mother had felt the need to cocoon them.
Tisiphone, was the least pleased. Gaia might have sheltered them, protected them from doing something rash in the face of Hades unmeasurable hubris, but her blood mother had left her unable to see to her daughter. Tis cursed, and the ground around all three figured grew black and recoiled, burnt by the anger of her words.
She took flight instantly, not waiting on her sister, leaping to the air before her wings had even fanned to life behind her. But they appeared a moment later and then she was gone, punching through the hard reality of the mortal world and headed someplace less material, though no less real.
Mentally she called out to her daughter as she moved between planes. {Ruina Occasus, daughter of Set, daughter of the winged Furiae}.
There was nothing like calling our one's child's full name to get their attention.
Alecto's attention turned to their other self, younger self. {Gara ?}. Hands over her head like a champion diver, she pitched forwad like a champion towards the earth, only to disappear into a portal, vanishing as if the ground were a pool of water.
She fell foward through darkness and punched her way out into Underworld air, wings flaring to life behind and around her to break her fall.
{Gara ?}
Alec and Tis had been caught on the mortal earthly plane, grown ragged and infuriated with the aftermath of Hades' actions. But Meagara had gone to answer a call from Deimos. Had been granted acceptance pass the high waters, as a daughter of Nyx.
Alecto winged her way to their tower and paused at the sight of something drooping among the fire blossoms. "Gara ?"
She dropped, speedy as a stone, but landed light as a feather, wings folding up and beyond view as she waded through the bright burning flora.
Her sister, herself, was there. In her mortal form. Completely mortal. And bruised. Injured. It was instinct that made Alecto reach for the frail seeming body and pull it to her.
{Gara ? Gara!!}
Lashed shifted. Pale violet eyes were opened and Gara sighed with relief at the sight of her sister. But it wasn't enough for Alecto.
{Where's Deimos ? Where's mother ? Who left you like this ?}
Gara went to look away, but Alecto held her fast, a clawed hand pinning her chin, making her meet eye to eye and then Alecto shudderd as the knowledge hit her; the high rising waters of the rivers of the Underworld. The brutal attack as she'd forced herself through and in. Hiding her injuries from Deimos because he needed her. And then, nothing, blackness. There was a hint of the great hall of Hades' home in the Underworld. Her and Deimos together there. And then absolutely nothing.
Blackness.
Emptiness.
Both rimmed with red flickers of pain and injury.
Alecto didn't accept it. She pushed, harder. They -were- one. No matter how solidly they all three grasped for individuality. And she saw it then, what Gara had been trying to hide. The hours of waiting. The discomfort she'd been in. And, eventually, Deimos' decree that no hard should come to Hope, not even a scratch and the way that had been opened for him to leave to secure the safety of the being he loved.
"He. left. you." Alecto's voice was hard. Deimos was a brother and a brother in arms. A child of Nyx. She'd have never expected him to actually believe Gara was fine when she looked the way she looked. When she had the own image in her head of Gara's tumble to the ground after the battle through the barriers.
The anger, the hate was pushed aside, as she cradled Gara's face. {Can you make it back to Olympus ? It's all over now. Zeus re-throned. We can find you some ambrosia...} There was panic in her mental voice. The Dirae weren't injured. Not like this. Gara looked so fragile, all spidersilk hair and dark hollow impressions under her eyes and resting on her cheeks.
Alecto picked her sister up, pushing her anger aside once more at the light feel of the body in her arms and made her way into their tower. There was a mechanism there that would make it easier than dragging Gara through the dislocation of a portal.
But each step there, left a red flamed footprint in the ground. Alecto's anger refusing to be so easily pushed aside.
Tisiphone, was the least pleased. Gaia might have sheltered them, protected them from doing something rash in the face of Hades unmeasurable hubris, but her blood mother had left her unable to see to her daughter. Tis cursed, and the ground around all three figured grew black and recoiled, burnt by the anger of her words.
She took flight instantly, not waiting on her sister, leaping to the air before her wings had even fanned to life behind her. But they appeared a moment later and then she was gone, punching through the hard reality of the mortal world and headed someplace less material, though no less real.
Mentally she called out to her daughter as she moved between planes. {Ruina Occasus, daughter of Set, daughter of the winged Furiae}.
There was nothing like calling our one's child's full name to get their attention.
Alecto's attention turned to their other self, younger self. {Gara ?}. Hands over her head like a champion diver, she pitched forwad like a champion towards the earth, only to disappear into a portal, vanishing as if the ground were a pool of water.
She fell foward through darkness and punched her way out into Underworld air, wings flaring to life behind and around her to break her fall.
{Gara ?}
Alec and Tis had been caught on the mortal earthly plane, grown ragged and infuriated with the aftermath of Hades' actions. But Meagara had gone to answer a call from Deimos. Had been granted acceptance pass the high waters, as a daughter of Nyx.
Alecto winged her way to their tower and paused at the sight of something drooping among the fire blossoms. "Gara ?"
She dropped, speedy as a stone, but landed light as a feather, wings folding up and beyond view as she waded through the bright burning flora.
Her sister, herself, was there. In her mortal form. Completely mortal. And bruised. Injured. It was instinct that made Alecto reach for the frail seeming body and pull it to her.
{Gara ? Gara!!}
Lashed shifted. Pale violet eyes were opened and Gara sighed with relief at the sight of her sister. But it wasn't enough for Alecto.
{Where's Deimos ? Where's mother ? Who left you like this ?}
Gara went to look away, but Alecto held her fast, a clawed hand pinning her chin, making her meet eye to eye and then Alecto shudderd as the knowledge hit her; the high rising waters of the rivers of the Underworld. The brutal attack as she'd forced herself through and in. Hiding her injuries from Deimos because he needed her. And then, nothing, blackness. There was a hint of the great hall of Hades' home in the Underworld. Her and Deimos together there. And then absolutely nothing.
Blackness.
Emptiness.
Both rimmed with red flickers of pain and injury.
Alecto didn't accept it. She pushed, harder. They -were- one. No matter how solidly they all three grasped for individuality. And she saw it then, what Gara had been trying to hide. The hours of waiting. The discomfort she'd been in. And, eventually, Deimos' decree that no hard should come to Hope, not even a scratch and the way that had been opened for him to leave to secure the safety of the being he loved.
"He. left. you." Alecto's voice was hard. Deimos was a brother and a brother in arms. A child of Nyx. She'd have never expected him to actually believe Gara was fine when she looked the way she looked. When she had the own image in her head of Gara's tumble to the ground after the battle through the barriers.
The anger, the hate was pushed aside, as she cradled Gara's face. {Can you make it back to Olympus ? It's all over now. Zeus re-throned. We can find you some ambrosia...} There was panic in her mental voice. The Dirae weren't injured. Not like this. Gara looked so fragile, all spidersilk hair and dark hollow impressions under her eyes and resting on her cheeks.
Alecto picked her sister up, pushing her anger aside once more at the light feel of the body in her arms and made her way into their tower. There was a mechanism there that would make it easier than dragging Gara through the dislocation of a portal.
But each step there, left a red flamed footprint in the ground. Alecto's anger refusing to be so easily pushed aside.