There was a jarring sense of confusion, and Shasa could not help but wonder what this all meant. Was she a part of some grander scheme? She was not certain. She felt attuned to herself, and yet there was something distant about her presence. Was it wrong to question these things? Was it wrong of her to seek answers? Her existence seemed relatively simple, and yet entirely too complex at the same time.
There had been nothing. A door. A voice. A question.
Who are you?
There had not been much of an answer.
And yet, there had been others, like herself, lost and disjointed, seeking answers to their questions. Searching for a place to go. Finding their Heart. She'd found hers, and had been left with nothing but questions. Endless questions, here and gone, fading and becoming out of reach.
So what was she doing? What was important to Shasa now?
Friendship. That connection with someone - something. Shades of blue, all dazzling and pulsing from the Hearts of those around her. Small connections, these little seeds of friendship. Far too important to ignore. Far too intense to sweep aside.
And yet, despite all the confusing there lurked a sinister peril that lingered. Little dangers that forced a call to arms, and no matter how small these battles seemed Shasa could not help but feel as if larger dangers lurked. It was jarring. Disjointed.
Birthed from nothing but gray fog. Forging ahead, searching for friends, searching for a reason to continue. A purpose. An end to all. What did it all mean? Why was she feeling so compelled to continue on this path, to serve the Goddesses? She was not even sure that they were on the side of good. She was not even sure what they wanted.
The whispers. Shasa thought of those whispers she'd heard as she'd searched for those fragments. What had they meant? What were they from? Were they memories? No, that didn't make sense... did it?
She had a form. A shape. Something that was hers alone. A small step, but a step in the right direction. Surely the Goddesses would not cause her harm, not after giving her not one, but two blessings? Those flickering memories, those whispered here and gone words were set aside. Later. For now, she needed to push onward. For now, she had to believe that things would be explained.
All things would come in time.
