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[color=gray][color=7809A4]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=7809A4]Location:[/color] Near Guarav Village
[color=7809A4]Interactions:[/color] Cyrus [@Helo][/color][/center]
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[color=gray]While Viola thought that the prayer and the symbolic action of closing the boar's eyes was unnecessary, she could still understand the beauty behind the ritual Cyrus performed whenever she they stopped to feed her rose. Even if she didn't care about the respect he offered to the dead creature nor the prayer, the act of planting a seed and making it sprout next to the boar was indeed a beautiful action. There would be many creatures which would feast in the dead carcass of the boar, before it rotted and returned to the earth. When that happened, it would serve as nutrition for the bush Cyrus planted. Other creatures would come to feed on the bush's berries, which would be hunted, only to be consumed and have their remains rot and decay into the earth. No matter where, death was always followed by life.

For Viola, there was nothing more beautiful than the cycle of life, no matter of how cruel and violent it could be... While she and her actions symbolized the end, Cypress' embodied the beginning. Both sides, while opposite from each other, were an integral and necessary part of the cycle of life itself. That small fact gave her a bit of solace when she reflected about her and her brother's relationship. No matter how much she had changed or how different they became, there was still something that would bring them close to each other, even if it was merely their roles towards the cycle of life.

Viola watched, keeping a respectful silence until Cypress was done with his ritual, before she nodded towards him when he was done. As they began to walk once more, Cyrus mentioned 'home', referring to the old River Fairy Kingdom, now called Riverbloom. Upon hearing that word, Viola's expression had a discreet, but still noticeable change.

[color=7809A4]"Home is a word that lost it's meaning to me a long time ago, brother Cypress... All the years I spent as a prisoner on Daka Island... Stuck in a 'luxury' cell, every single day being fed false kindness only to be tortured and experimented soon after... Waiting for a rescue that never came."[/color] Viola said, the vines around her body twitching and moving uncomfortably, a reflection of her current mood.

[color=7809A4]"Even if I did remember how 'home' truly felt like, it wouldn't matter. My home is gone Cyrus... Gone with the fall of the Kingdom, the slaughter of our family and many of our siblings. Gone to never return. The River Fairy Kingdom [i]was[/i] my home. Riverbloom is not."[/color] Viola said in a cold, harsh tone.

[color=7809A4]"I wouldn't care even if Riverbloom was burned to the ground. The only thing I care is finding my missing siblings... Or at least knowing if they are still alive and well."[/color] Viola finished, with a twinge of hatred and resentment suddenly appearing on her expression and tone, only to quickly disappear into her usual, emotionless expression once again.

Their conversation was soon cut short though, as Cypress alerted her to a faint, but suspicious noise coming from somewhere around them. While it was a faint noise, Viola knew better than to just dismiss it as being nothing. Any different, suspicious noise, no matter how small it was, could be anything from dangerous creatures to people that might be after her. 

[color=7809A4]"I did, brother Cypress."[/color] Viola said, as the vines around her began to unfurl, preparing to attack in case something approached them.[/color]