Unseasonably Warm [Atreyu]

Atreyu could not give up hope that some of Judila survived, if she did then so could others. The fact that she had not found any of them yet was a little discouraging, but there would always be hope that some of them lived. She mourned them only because she had not found them yet and it was better to adhere to custom as best she could. Cudros would guide them home, and she would remember the ones who were lost forever. 'Why do you sound so heartbroken...' Valkeyrie asked, and Atreyu had to swallow the lump in her throat.

"Because I am not sure if anyone survived..." The mournful tones in her voice as she finally spoke the truth aloud finally shone through. "There was so much killing..." Her holographic silver-to-lavender gaze seemed so far away as she spoke through the lump in her throat, it was all she could get out before falling awkwardly silent. She had almost cried to a stranger, how very unlike her. No, these feelings were best kept to herself. "I'm sorry, that's such a heavy topic for first meetings." She tried to give a smile, but it didn't quite reach those beautiful eyes of hers.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'