AlphaBlueWolf
Moonchaser
Mateo's hand passed through Serena's ghostly form, but this time he didn't feel the cold emptiness that had befallen him the moment his hand had slipped through Mika's form. It was strangely... warm. Bright. And less lonely than before. They were.. contracted, was the word Serena used. Her somewhat transparent form shifted and became something more material. Before, he'd been able to see straight through her to the other side. But now, he found it hard to focus on the unruly blades of grass on the ground behind her, because she blocked them from his sights. She looked more like a physical person, rather than a ghost now. Though, no one else seemed to notice the difference, Halazzi and Skyla conversating quietly on Mateo's craziness.
She told him about how the arrangement really didn't benefit him in the short term, as she was but a fragment of her being. Though, Mateo could call upon her for her centuries, decades, millennia, thousands upon thousands of centuries of wisdom and maybe battle assistance here and there. He couldn't help noticing the goddess' display of emotion, the sadness that lit her face briefly before brightening up. She looked like him. Or Skyla or Rai, or Cora when he didn't get his way and sulked. She looked like the humans and elves and spirits of the world, so much so that it was hard to believe she was really a goddess. He wondered about her other emotions. How lonely she'd felt before, and the relief that flooded into her upon hearing Mateo could see and hear her, that she finally had someone to interact with. He recognized that feeling, regarding his curse. Mana had said before that they were similar, but the small child hadn't understood the Cabrera curse fully. No one could understand, which made him feel alone. But now he realized that he wasn't truly alone. Even if his friends didn't understand it fully, even if they could never understand it fully, it had still been a relief to actually have someone to talk to about it besides the cat perched on his shoulder who didn't talk to him besides faint whispers and when they were completely alone. It felt like something he shouldn't relate to with an actual goddess, and yet it furthered to humanize her.
Serena mentioned that he would no longer look strange in front of his friends for talking to himself, and his face grew bright red. The goddess giggled and explained that now they were linked. He could just send thoughts to her, and she would answer, and he could also summon her that way.
She said one last message before disappearing in a black mist, tell the big kitty she said hi. His blush retained, wondering how the deity would react to the goddess calling him a big kitty. Mateo himself would never have the balls to say something like that in front of Halazzi, fearful that he'd fry him and give him a scar like that kid who'd come along with the Luminosa guard. There were a lot of things going on back then, but he had noticed the branching scar that littered down his face on one side of his body. It had been deeply intriguing, but Mateo had no time to gawk over it as the big kitty himself strode up on the scene only a moment after the guard had come along.
Mateo turned back to Halazzi, setting his eyes on the tiger. That distant look was gone from his face, as he was really addressing them now. "The woman, Serena, she says hi." He simply said, something about him seeming to change. He had a goddess backing him now, which put more weight to his words. The warmness the goddess of death had given him made the meeting with Halazzi that much easier.
