Justin has greeted the past days and weeks of randomly wandering the Star Mountains with what must be perceived by anyone except perhaps Razz or his wife as stony, resigned indifference. The elements are his tools, he has nothing to fear from their effects, and the area is still just unfamiliar enough to interest him, however, so were it not for the constant, oppressive threat of Ancient intervention he might actually be enjoying himself. The country is pretty, his companion is agreeable, and he can almost stop worrying about things out here. Almost. Not really almost, even. /Maybe/. The clouds begin to break apart and the sky shows through. Razz spent most of her time being silent, her expression unfathomable. It's hard to tell how much she's absorbing and seeing, and how close to tears she had come sometimes, without even knowing why. A feeling of nostalgia threatens to overwhelm her at times, and she seems to recall some pieces of memories that have been laid to sleep for longer than she'd known... Justin is neither so heartless nor so oblivious as one might think him, but he's discreet to a fault. Anything which might be troubling Razz, for the moment, will be shared, undoubtedly, when Razz is ready to share it. Prying is bad. "...how's this spot looking?" Razz inhaled deeply and slowly, almost as if she's merging into one with the surrounding environment. "It's beautiful," she murmured sofly. "I almost feel at home." > > Thick clouds cover the sky. Justin smiles quite slightly, very weakly echoing Razz's sentiment. At home..? No, not here. Not that his home is a pleasant memory, anyways. "...home? You've really never said anything about your home. Don't remember much of it, I can only fear." It begins to rain and you hear distant thunder. Razz shook her head slowly. "... actually... I think I've never had one." The elf girl spend a moment pondering before going on. "I had been... kept in isolation in one particular place... I think. It wasn't home. I was taken there." Razz thought about this, then nodded. "Yes, that's right." It begins to rain steadily, and there is nearby thunder. Justin frowns. Kept in isolation. Joy. "...confined? Mmmmh. Given enough time, though, one becomes at home in whatever environment one is in. What possible reason could they have had for locking you away?" Razz tilted her head slightly. "I was important." Razz thought hard about it. Why didn't she leave, if she was there against her will? An odd thought came into her head, suddenly. "They tamed me." Justin comes to a halt near the center of the... campsite, I suppose. A few steps from the empty fire-pit. "You were importa-- Huh. Tamed you? /Enslaved/ you, like? Gods. Similarities I would really rather there weren't." The rain stops but clouds still cover the sky. Razz sat down, and wondered, as she wasn't too clear on the entire concept herself. "No, not enslaved... tamed... You only enslave someone that..." She frowned, attempting to get the idea out in a comprehensive fashion. "You only enslave people. You tame... things that are not people." It begins to rain and you hear distant thunder. Justin shakes his head, slowly. "Not a person? I'm not graping this. Nor, to be honest, bo I want to, really. Is it a good thing that you feel at home here?" Razz nodded. "Like I said, that wasn't home... They took me from another place... this place reminds me... of that." Justin nods, very slowly, and... "...bah. This is an unhappy conversation, it is. We should enjoy this as we can, not dwell on the unutterably distant past." Razz gave the topic more thought. "I wasn't... I was wild, I believe the term is... They found and tamed me... and I became a god... goddess," she corrected herself. "I think that's how this force inside me came to be. They gave it to me. Bestowed it upon me... they needed me to take it." Justin shakes his head, incredulous, perhaps. "Needed some way they could control it, belike? Wild or no, I don't quite see what makes you prime candidate for that." The rain thins out, but doesn't stop. Razz was silent for a while, either under some emotional burden, or just plain looking for an answer. "I was... not biased." Razz paused before going on. "And I committed no wrong, because..." she frowned, deep in thought. "Because I was not a person, and cannot have committed wrong." It begins to rain steadily, and there is nearby thunder. Justin comprehends that concept fine. "Mmm. Impartial justice?" The rain and nearby thunder draw his attention momentarily, but lightning and thunder can't reach this high on the peak, so they ought to be safe. Razz paused some more, a sudden thought came to her. She frowned, wondering if her memories, distorted as they are, are not all quite as they seem to be. "Odd..." The rain stops but clouds still cover the sky. Razz gathered her knees up to her chest, but passed up on resting her chin on her knees, due to the fact that it squeezed her stomach something uncomfortable. "I remember... they did something... they didn't want me to become biased... so they isolated me... and..." she frowned some more. "I wasn't suppose to be able to bear children." Justin comes to a halt, stares at Razz a few moments. "You weren't supposed to be able to. How... what did they put in place, exactly, to prevent it? It doesn't seem to have worked, whatever it is or was." Razz shook her head. "I don't know, I can't remember exactly. I remember them doing a lot of things to me after they took me, it's hard to remember exactly what was suppose to do what." Justin shakes his head again, hoping very much that whatever countermeasures they put in place have in fact failed, and are not merely waiting for some later, messier time to activate themselves against Razz. Razz reached down with her arms, and wrapped them around her bulging belly. "I don't care if the child came from what Crulath did to me," she said suddenly, holding her stomach. "I want this child." A small, yet sincere smile stretched over the elf girl's lips, something that had became rather absent as of late. Justin's own smile echoes Razz's, fainter yet. "Whoever else's it might be, it's your child, too." Razz nodded. "It is."