Now closer the mage took a quiet and closer inspection of Hera. It was hard to believe how much time had passed. Maybe it was her own attempts to forget it all when it came to the people of Fairy Tail or the fact that time never moved for her, it would never move again for her, not after the deal when she signed her life away to Eris… Her mentor gifted her, though Famine was unsure she was really satisfied…. She’d wanted to destroy Hera’s home. It had been sucked into darkness but Fairy Tail was still there, a name still whispered in the winds of every city, while the murmurs of Basilisk Fang still faded.
Hera being here, with that proudly worn crest of hers, brought back to many painful memories. The false hope, the betrayal, the twisted thing Lance had become, the torture that had been inflicted upon her just for being one of the good guys. Slightly, she turned her head away, forcing a small shattered smile. Did all that mean she really had allowed herself to be defeated?....There was still no going back, not after what she had learned that she was capable of.
“Sol is around but perhaps you can wait to have that chat later, Hera, there still is so much to talk about…” She spoke, in that chronic manipulative sounding tone, curling her fingers over the corner of the shawl, dropping the hood to her shoulders.
“This is my son, Ahote” The maker mage induced, patting the hair of the young one she still kept shielded behind her. Though, soon Famine found herself shrinking down to his sight, an eye on Hera and an eye on him as she spoke.
“Ahote, could you get your cousin and I some of that tea then? The kettle on the stove should still be warm,” Famine requested, leaning down before muttering into his ear.
“And put in a few drops of the syrup Sol keeps in the cabinet-- the blue bottle, Hera likes her tea extra sweet.” she requested politely before she drew away from the child, raising her freezing palms from his shoulders, and rose back to her full height, which unfortunately still didn’t rival Hera’s.
Normally Famine could handle such a task as bringing out tea herself but the very thought of taking her eyes off the honey-haired slayer was forbidden, Not if she possessed the strength her father did, not if she could destroy everything she had in seconds. The very idea that she had managed to sniff them out at the top of this mountain troubled her, The guild’s fortress could be next as it wasn’t much further… All Hera would have to do was follow the scent of blood further into the icy peaks, that was if the fire-hearted girl could survive the constant blizzarding conditions.