Thread: Adventure Horizon~{KayLove&GrinningGentlman}

The gargoyle simply watched him, taking in every detail, his familiar clothing, the deep orange hair, molten eyes... A memory flickered before her eyes, one of long ago, of beings she used to know. Perhaps she had encountered this man... No, she would have remembered his voice, perhaps she had known someone of his kind. That might be it... Athena believed him, her heart giving a loud thump in confirmation that she knew his words to be true and she was at fault... She wasn't very good at hiding emotions as they crossed over her features. Her head cocked to the side as she wondered his origins. Her distrusting eyes turning to that of confusion and frustration. Sadly, the gargoyles memory was not like it used to be, memories often slipped from her grasp now a days as if the accumulation of nights was too much for her mind to keep all together in the forefront of her mind. Her golden eyes slipped from his visage and looked upon the long forgotten piece of pottery, it's graceful lines now shattered onto the stone floor. Athena felt her breath give a sharp intake and she let the blades fall from her hands, they clattered to the floor loudly even as he kept speaking of who had truly done wrong in his eyes. She agreed with everything he said even as they faded into the back of her mind and slowly walked to the vase, as if to not suggest she was moving to hurt him. It was plain to see upon her features that she was heartbroken that she had failed in her only goal, to protect, to guard. Athena tucked a piece of scarlet hair behind her ear and let her knees crumble before the ancient piece, a heavy thump onto marble sounded through the temple as his words finally ceased and she could feel his warm eyes upon her. But she needed to do it... She gathered all the pieces into her lap, sitting as if going to pray with her knees below her, the clay pieces fragile as they clinked together, jagged shapes a sad reminder of the violence that occurred during the day. It had been a long while since she had done something like this, shifting through the pieces she found the solid base of the old clay. She held it before her, her eyes brightening ever so softly, Restituere.... She whispered in a soft voice her free hand picking up pieces of the vase and they began to remake themselves, the edges of each piece softening as they began to become whole once again. Restituere... She whispered once again, it was more to herself than to the clay as it hardened once again and became the graceful creation that it had been. Her eyes dulled and she stood, Stop staring it's not polite, human. She told him as she gently placed the creation back upon the pedestal in which it had once sat. The vase gave a soft tap onto the stone and if triggering a memory she remembered where she had put the necklace. She gasped and walked swiftly past the man to the door, running down the stairs and to the dead tree by the river. The only remnant of what she had placed was the wilted crown, broken and upon the ground. She picked it up gently, Gods damn it all... She said with a sigh. You'll help me? She asked in a somewhat louder voice so that it would carry back to the man a ways behind her. For what? To learn? She gave a sarcastic chuckle, Strange creature to offer that, she said as she tossed the crown into the river and watched it float away. In all my years I've never had someone ask that of me...