The world is what we make it

Eris was a soothing balm as Ballad relaxed against her and leaned into the gentle nuzzles they shared. Lament offered them as well and for the first time since she could remember she felt complete. In reality there were still many memories still missing to her, but she could feel the tendrils of them reaching out to her. The young Pyre girl closed her bright fire eyes and tried to remember. She cried out to Tor internally, begging to be given herself back.

She sat quietly and prayed silently as Eris went on to explain their culture further. Every word seemed to resonate like a gong, and with every ripple Ballad could feel her head clearing. Her memories would not return today, but the path for them was becoming clear.

She still felt incomplete, but the pieces were beginning to fall into place. ”Thank you, Eris.” She whispered to her sister as she reached over to nuzzle the black and white girl’s jaw lovingly. ”Thank, Tor you’ve been brought back to us.” Though the goddess was still mostly mystery, Ballad felt it soothing to invoke her name.