#((Also since this takes place in uprising verse I realize this means Ivy is a bit younger!))

[dualwings]

[Pit​]:

Pit had fully stepped into the light, looking at the songstress solemnly. He hated to interrupt her work - her music truly was a joy to hear, and judging by the soft melody and notebook, she had been busy composing. If Pit wasn’t so unnerved, he might have excused himself and slipped away.

He didn’t yet know Ivy well, yet he was glad she was here. Gone were the days of feeling alone, a living remnant of a bygone era. He knew only the vaguest details of her arrival, however - she had not been born an angel, but was a human soul who had been elevated by the gods.

It was this peculiar trait that Pit needed to speak to her about.

“…Not quite.” He quietly admitted, hanging his head. The lack of his laurel was obvious in the moonlight. Whatever his reason, Pit wished to be left alone by his goddess. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

Not waiting for a response, he did so, crossing his legs and returning his gaze to Ivy. “I’ve been having a lot of weird dreams, lately.” He admitted. Lately being a relative term - these had been ongoing his entire life, but had picked up in frequency recently. “I…know it’s a weird thing to ask, and it might be uncomfortable for you - you can say no, and I won’t push it.” He hastily cut in before he got to his question.

���Can you tell me what living in the human world was like?”

      The lack of laurel upon his hair immediately made Ivy realize that yes, this was indeed an important discussion, if it was something he didn’t want the gods to hear. Ivy herself lacked her own laurel, as she didn’t want her song to be heard by anyone prior to any performances.

     Talk about a lucky coincidence. 

      Ivy gave a nod, a form of silent consent to his request to sit beside her. She scooted a bit to the side after their shoulders accidentally brushed, making sure to give the male a bit of personal space.

      “Weird dreams…?” Thoughts were fluttering through her mind, trying to piece together why he was mentioning this, or why he wanted to talk to her; she wasn’t a clairvoyant, she was a simple songstress, she wasn’t much else…what was it that he wished to talk about, something so important not even the gods were supposed to know?

      Ivy’s breath stopped for a moment when her unspoken question was answered.

      Oh.

      Small bits of her past seemed to come back to her; small, yet warm meals at Ilios house, helping Lula do chores around the orphanage, being the big sister to the younger tenants, their playful antics and fun-filled pretend sessions…peaceful times, being human. It had almost been 20 years since then, huh?

      “It was…all sorts of things. It was fun, full of hardships, and…just unforgettable.” As long as Ivy didn’t have to recall much, it never left too heavy of an emotional burden on her. But if talking about her past allowed Pit to receive the clarity he sought, then she would tell him. Her gaze softened as she spoke once more.

     “I’m sorry, That probably doesn’t help...Is there a specific point in time you’d like me to talk about?” If he was truly in need of answers, she could provide what information she could.