>>5442731>>5442745>>5442760>>5442791>>5442835>>5442864>>5442941>You've come, and done far enough for one mortal battle. Cease the hunt, gather your comrades, lick your wounds, and head back.Against the apparent futility of pursuing these elusive enemies, overtime the anger in your heart driving you on has given way to upset. Frustration at not being able to catch them and deliver a true punishment. Of course for the heinous crime of harming such a beauty, divine or not, their sight will be forfeit. In fact your godly senses can hear and catch glimpses of the difficulties the elves are having in their retreat, as each arrow that hit you blinded another of them, causing some panic but also the trouble of others having to help the blinded in need and slowing the lot of them down.
Perhaps in theory you could simply pursue until they understand the error of their ways or just blind all of themselves against you. But how long would that take, and how far would you have to go till then? When there's wounded and dying humans in need, and Eindward still burning. So you'll settle for a curse upon their blasphemy, and the upset that comes with conceding, in order to focus on what matters more than your anger.
<span class="mu-b">"...Zafira? There you are, my lady! Did they fully retreat? Craven wretches..."</span>
When eventually Sir Tyne does manage to find you, limping through the fields from his own injuries, he's the first to reach the treeline where you gave up on the hunt. Sitting against a tree beside many of the arrows you did already remove from yourself, he's relieved to have found you... yet surprised, alarmed at your response.
<span class="mu-b">"Are you...? Weep not my lady, the battle is ove-"</span>
Of course he's caught off guard when you throw yourself against him in embrace. Less for any special affinity for him, and rather you just really could use someone to hold onto right now, to lean on for support. Some strength and comfort in dealing with the troubling feelings roiling within you. Though it doesn't help much in the way of your crying, as everything really comes undone and you find yourself sobbing for a good minute or two. A shameful display if you must admit, but you do feel better for it after. Able to breathe more easily again, feeling free of some tension and weight as he holds you against him, his strength giving you strength.
A goddess truly... but a <span class="mu-i">human</span> goddess truer still.
<span class="mu-r">"It's not that, it's..."</span> you whisper against him through ragged breath, <span class="mu-r">"I acted... improperly, today."</span>
Sedjet, goddess of love. You ought to be relaxing on the banks of the Nyl river in the desert sun, benevolently watching over mortals to encourage them to love one another, and guiding them to healthy bountiful lives. Not here in this gods-forsaken "new world" beneath a dreary sky, engaged in bloody warfare against your own beloved mortals, submerged in conflict and drowning in suffering and trauma...
