Aeotha opened her mouth to answer him but shut it just as quickly. She did believe that Lorien spoke to her, but Aeotha also didn't share that information with just anyone. She almost wanted to tell him to be quiet, though it wasn't like anyone would hear them. She'd told him because she thought he'd... He'd make something of it that she couldn't. The waring, no the promise. Happiness and Sadness in equal measure. Pain and pleasure as well. She wanted to believe that everything she'd been through was for a good reason. To make her stronger, to.. if it wasn't then it was just madness and it'd eat away at her. She chewed on the corner of her lip. She shouldn't have been thinking about that. About her past. She hugged herself suddenly. Eibhear had been there... hours ago? Was it days? Was it wrong to want that.. falseness back?
He kept talking and Aeotha continued to walk. She wanted out of here. Find the girl, find the alchemist and find their way out of here. Aeotha didn't understand him, she didn't understand how this was interesting or.. it was dangerous. It'd got Uaine killed and all Aeotha kept thinking about was how.. how real all of this felt. From the dream, it'd been a dream hadn't it? To Uaine's death.. to here. Here in this big.. bowl. It looked like a bowl. A bowl filled with rocks. With a dead elf. With them.
She could understand the logic. Even the idea. Magic couldn't be sustained forever. Not even those that were chosen or those Elementals which lived forever and learned to tap into nature itself.. there were limits. Limits of time. Of Strength. There were also things one simply could not do no matter how they prayed, because it was beyond doing. This all seemed beyond doing.
"Why would anyone open a gateway to another world over a village of people?" She said mostly to herself. She didn't believe this was another world. She tried pinching herself. Nothing.