A fragile peace?

   A fragile peace?

   Turturel was mixed between scared, doubted, and confused. As she follows the group of Equos to leave the Nether for now, she knows everyone here thirsts for more answers. That mysterious man, the Lord of Nether, as Mar called him (?), brings more concerns than relieves her. He looks very scary; that adds to the first impression that she can pay no mind to it. But his words are sounding like they're not genuine. Like he's just finding a way to calm the raging Aerias temporarily instead of finding a solution for peace. Who knows what he, or all the Equos from Nether, are up to? This is not their way of debating and making peace. They might just want to push the Aerians out of the battle for more preparations. Turturel knows that everything has a reason for it. This offered, unconditioned, fragile peace is suspicious; how can he offer something without requiring something in return? Or Mar has already understood it and has a plan under his sleeves without voicing it out.

   Mar seems to be talking to Rêve and figuring things out again, which makes Turturel withdraw from asking him. She's back to her sea of thoughts and questions. The words from Nether are very peaceful and promising; is she overthinking? He is polite, too, despite his scary appearance. At first, she expected a battle when they first encountered Nether. Mar steps ahead and strikes up a conversation, and surprisingly, this creepy creature from a dark land has just been going smoothly with it. Turturel sures she was not the only one who got confused by his calm responses after they went through many eerie auras that prepared them for a confrontation.

   So that's all? No, definitely not. Mar and Rêve didn't seem rested or relieved at all. They don't look like they'll be believing in Nether's words in any case. That only strengthens the concerns inside her head. This man is up to no good. And fragile peace... means it will be broken up easily.

   Turturel returns to her place at the defense force. Maybe Nether has very powerful commands that can lead all those invasive dark Equos; now they have stopped their meaningless violence and attacks. A spark of hope flickers through her head. Someone with that much fame, power, and manipulation should be a trustworthy one who keeps his words. Or is he? The nightmare side of Hemanus has always been an unknown land with unknown rules. If she keeps thinking that it will go smoothly like in fairytales, she could have never known the right way. As the newly picked shells broke every time a wound got healed, Turturel continued her role as a nurse who has the responsibility to take care of the Equos. The number of patients coming in has been dramatically reduced. Maybe the violence stopped and they all could sleep in peace now. Or are they? What a fragile peace; no one can't be sure about anything.