Welcome to Gaia! ::

Sonar wandered back to the tower, her mind flushing with with maternal thoughts. Not of her, of course, but of what she had before.
The little garden she had set up didn't seem to fair very well. It seemed mother earth in this case was just barely passing by, no matter how much time she put into it. This little slice of life was set up similar to a dressing room. Roots and vines extended around the man-made placements, holding them tight and firm, securely. There was, also, a small picture held upon what seemed to be a chair. A portly woman, graced with short, curly hair, chocolately skin, and and an elaborate robe. She appeared to be smiling, what with the smile on her face, and the little girl she held in her arms.

"Hn?" Cascading, crimson hair matted to an ovuline head lobbed over to Testament. "This is where my mother lives. I take care of her, her memory, and spend some time here," she replied with a smile.

Testament let a breath out slowly as his bangs waved back and forth with a slight shaking motion from his head. "I take it she's in the lower class, you speak with her directly?" He asked with the same non-threatening tone. "It's no matter, master Homicide Party doesn't seem to mind whatever you do. Even I am allowed to stroll the streets of the lower class." Testament said, standing on his own now and moving towards Sonar. "If I could take the suffering of this world away I would, but I must make comprimises to satisfy Homicide Party and... Negative Zero.." He uttered the last words with difficulty, but quickly regained composure. "What would you wish of this world, Sonar?" Testaments senses seemed to almost press the feeling of their presence on Sonar.

Testament let his neck throw his head to either side very slowly as he spoke. "Well, you see, I agree with Homicide Party. People are, at nature, evil. However it is after this point in reasoning that our veiws seperate, I do not believe that it is their fault. Humanity is a victim of its' own ability to reason, and over time they cannot help but become corrupt. If I could simply wash away the dark desires that drive people, I believe that we truly could live in peace." Testament sighed slowly after his monologue, but didn't wait long to continue speaking. "And your mother, you will see her someday, and if it can be helped I promise it will be in this existance. Someday we will venture out, at that time I am sure that Homicide Party will help you to find your mother. We owe you that much." Testament ended with a graceful smile aimed at Sonar.

Testament's smile faded as he sensed that Sonar had begun to weep. He could tell that what she had reached for was a frame, but he could only derive that it held a picture of her mother. "No, there are a few that I believe lack not reasoning, but the tendency give in to desire, avarice. Your mother was probably a wonderful one, who wanted not for herself but you. I have respect for you and my formed view of your mother is reflected of that, but in this place, it is only your memory that can bid for was she truly was." Testament took a step forward after finishing. "You're shivering, is there something wrong? I don't believe it's that cold out, but..." Testament paused for a moment, he snapped his fingers to produce a jet black sheet. "...if that is what it is, you should use this. I only use it for show in any case." He said as he held the large cloth forward to offer it.

Testament withdrew the cape and with a flick of his wrist it disappeared back into his hand. "Yes, I understand, but if you are in need of someone to talk to I will be around." Testament began to retreat towards the tower, but turned for a moment. "Don't stay out too long, rain is refreshing, but even we catch colds." He said with a smile before turning back on his way.

The rain came. It danced, drizzling at first. Some of the drops smacked against her silver, shielding eyes. She sat in the same spot, unmoved. Lukewarm tears mingled with drops above, disappearing the watery orbs of sorrow that fell from her cheeks. Just then, she rose, shaking off the wares of the world. Sonar's cheerful smile surfaced while she placed the photograph where it belonged. She turned around, walking back to the tower, for once, feeling not so alone.