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Phaeris took a tentative step forward, her eyes catching on the graying hair of the faun before her. Myra’s ears pricked gently, her head rising as she greeted her old friend, but her clouded eyes not seeing a thing.
“Is that you Phaeris?” She spoke softly, it almost broke Phaeris’ heart to hear the once loud and boisterous voice of her closest companion sound so, quiet and subdued.
“Tis I, my friend, you do not see me I take it?” Phaeris spoke in a similar tone, grief leaking into her voice a bit at the sight before her.
A soft chuckle left Myra’s lips before once again she spoke, “No, but I can feel the warmth you carry everywhere, it feels just as comfortable as the day we met,” inhaling a shuddering breath Myra turned Phaeris’ way, “I suppose time has not rotted you old friend? Not as it’s made my bones ache and my muscles weaken. I do wonder why you are not afflicted as I am. Perhaps your divinity is more potent than my own.”
Sitting beside her Phaeris layed a wing across her shoulders, shielding her from the bitter winds that blew around the two, “You're correct, my feathers have not fallen or thinned, but you are not alone still, Lowri, Brynn, and Lydia all seem to share your fate, I seem to be the only one kept from it.”
Myra hummed, contemplating her words before speaking up again, “Perhaps we were never meant to last? This divinity we hold is not true, is it? It will see us through, and move on, but yours is drawn from the sun, so maybe so long as that sun circles Eltaris, you will remain,” she paused for a moment, a sympathetic look crossing her face, “I do not envy you if that is true, I could not imagine how many farewells you will have to speak in your life, I am sorry I cannot accompany you through the difficult times.”
Phaeris could feel a single tear running down her cheek as she leaned gently on Myra.
“I do not think I could ever ask such a burden of you or either of the other three. It would be cruel.”
“Is that not what we have been told of the gods all this time? That they are cruel and uncaring?”
“I do not believe I could ever bring myself not to care for you all.”
“And of those that will come after us?”
“I will cherish them and their short lives all the same.”