starboob
lover / leaver
♕ PRINCESS VERITY (EXILED) ♕
In the space between her response and waiting for Hryzn to judge her answer, the princess feels her palms become slick with sweat while her chest tightens. Though she knows her answer to be true, that does not mean that it will be pleasing. After all, the gift of truth may only be transparency as it can also be inconvenient, ugly, world-shattering––it's perhaps why Verity has struggled allowing her Self to shine, because she knows that not everybody will enjoy all that she is and all that she can offer. If she hides behind her masks and flattery, it is much easier to dance in the limelight. (Of course, her knack for being a mirror of what her audience wants to see proved ineffectual with Iskra. It is why she has tried to give as much of her purity to her dearest friend and, as a result, this way of being has trickled into the other aspects of her Life––the crew knows her better now and the gods they encounter on their adventures know just who princess Verity is. Perhaps, one day, the entire galaxy will know her truth.)
When the World Tree responds, her cheeks color when she is more or less told that she talks too much, this is not the first Time she has been told she is too wordy for some people's taste. Even if the mother's words come punctuated by a compliment, she feels suddenly shy. (Ah, she remembers her mom, on numerous occasions, asking her how long her stories would take before allowing Verity to chatter on and on.) Quietly, she nods graciously when they are permitted to continue their climb and while she does not understand the World Tree's advice, as it seems rather intuitive to her, she makes sure to take each new branch with intention.
Like Iskra, she notices the change in energy once Hryzn has retreated back into her leaves and it makes climbing all the more easier. It also reminds her that while they are allowed a safe passage, it can be taken from them at any moment. The tree, she understands, is watching their every movement and she is sure that the leaves are listening to their conversation. Not that she has any reason to worry for she knows what her intentions are and she does not plan on disrespecting a grand ancestor.
"Whatever do you mean, Iskra?" she asks, genuine surprise coloring her tone––she does not know whether to take the praise or reject its sacrilege, for there is no way she can be likened to the Divinities and sages. She is but a mortal with the same ordinary stuff swirling inside of her as any other person. "You have been by my side as well during all of our encounters with the divine. Perhaps there is something about a princess and pirate coming together that excites these beings––after all, you must admit there are not many princesses who work so well with pirates. They may be curious what we have to say." Though she deflects the compliment, she does find it flattering that this is how Iskra regards her––in fact, she's finding out quite a lot about how the pirate sees her. (Oh, to see herself through Iskra's eyes. What would that be like?)
Every so often during their ascent, she stops to look back at the ground or the view through the branches, marveling at how a world can look so different from above. While this is not quite the trial that Verity had been expecting to face, she does not mind its rather simple nature. It is a nice change of pace compared to others she has faced––both before Iskra and with Iskra. Perhaps the trial is enjoying the climb. To be truly present with it. Though when Hryzn speaks to them again, all of her silly thoughts dissolve. A chill washes over her entire body all at once. (Just what does she have to offer a divinity? A creator? She cannot give devotion, love, loyalty––those are things that Hryzn must have in abundance! So what can a princess, from another land, offer to this tree in exchange for her fruits? What even is an equal exchange? Surely she cannot sacrifice a pound of flesh for a pound of peaches, for she would die before ever tasting the fruit.)
As she deliberates, she can feel the vines around her feet tightening as if impatient. She does not let that worry her or hurry her process, for a thoughtless answer may very well lead to her literal downfall. So she takes her sweet Time before she finally reaches an answer. "I offer you one of my memories, one precious memory in exchange for your fruit. Reach into my mind and you will find the rare diamonds my Life has offered." (Even if this is not a gift that the grand mother can use or may not even care for, Hryzn asked for a gift of equal exchange. This memory is as to dear to her as a child, it is part of her. The World Tree had also asked for what she does not have and there is no way, Verity is rather certain, that she can have one of her own memories. To exchange this memory for the taste of a peach? She does believe it to be worth it. The sacrifice and following loss will be felt, she knows, for she is not so naïve to think that she will not feel the Loss even if she does not know what she mourns.) "I offer you one of my happy memories. With all you have lost, I hope it brings you some joy." (Like a tree can grow more peaches, she knows she can create more happy memories, too.)
The memory that she will part with should Hryzn find this trade acceptable? A day she spent with her grandmother when she was very, very young. In this memory, she knows, there is a strong feeling of love and she hopes that it warms the ancient being's heart. That it gives her an approximation of how her followers regard her, because even if she knows there is love has she ever been able to experience it the way her children do? She would not doubt it. Verity will not make assumptions on how deep her roots go. At best, she hopes that it is a reminder.
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