What could happen… if you could see a thousand futures for your world? Would you go mad? Would Ecl hold you and let you rest from those visions? Would you let her echo relax your body and wash your pain away?
What happens … when you see nothing but the end of your home, visions filled with fire and ice? When you see nothing but death- an end to the song, to the dance. Would you listen to her? Would you let Ecl, that wondrous void, hold you close and save you from the pains that you can't stop. Would you listen to her sweet whisper? Would you let yourself fall into her dark depths to rest with her?
You have done all you can, my love… and yet you failed. My sweet one, your innocent failure grants you no future decisions, it's all over now. Let it be over. Come… rest.
Could you tell her no? Could you tell her than you cannot rest? That your home needs you there, not here? Even if you wanted to stay, could you resist her tender echo? Would you listen to her enticing whisper?
My sweet, they do not need you there. You need to rest. You have done so much my love. It just wasn't enough. You can't save them there, so rest here. Rest with me. You have suffered my dear, rest now.
Should I let myself go? Just let myself rest? Allow all the pain I've felt to be washed away with Ecl's nothingness? From here, on the ice, I can see the spire towers of her palace; my once haven when my mixed magic nearly destroyed me before. I can feel the fires that Fate burns fade from my awareness. Should I let myself forget me? Forget who Hai is? Should I let myself forget why I allowed myself to dive here? Here to Ecl? Salem… my serpiente king… my Diente… if I forget… he will die… Oliza and Vere will give birth to the fires that will burn Wyvern Hall just as I saw in my sakkri, my visions.
My dear one, forget him… let him follow Brysh to her kingdom. Let him feel her dark embrace… let him go…
Ecl's voice is sweet, such a lovely echo. A new sakkri overpowers her voice. The vision of my Avian Tuuli Thea, Sive, enters my minds eyes.
The Avian heir allows her walls to fall and for all to see her distress. Her grief filled tears fall hot and fast from her eyes. Behind her, she can feel the presence of a serpent... Could he have been the one who planed the poisons use? Planed to kill Salem? No, he is a dancer, just like Salem was. He offers her the protection of his arms and she allows him to hold her. A thousand years ago, if a serpiente dancer found himself this close to the avian heir to the Tuuli Thea, she would have killed him. Even twenty years ago, she would have filled his veins with the falcon-made poison stores from the war. He holds her to his chest, whispering kind words into her ears as she weeps for her nearly dead cousin… his king, her family, a serpent and a bird. Both distressed over the Diente of the serpiente… how bizarre this would have seemed in her Grandmothers time… how strange it still seems to the eyes of a mongrel falcon…