Tělo

Uzume was back in the recesses of her soul, allowing the mortal host her free will once more. Tělo had known what the reincarnated part of her soul was planning, was doing, but the goddess of dawn's power far surpassed her own untrained abilities and she had been content to let the goddess take care of the dirty work this time.

She stretched her wings to their full length, the cold air of the mortal realm passing over her skin like a cool breeze instead. Tělo had mastered her power over fire and was able to warm herself from the inside out in both physical and astral form, something her brother had been impressed about. She loved living in the mountains and took a deep breath, despite the fact her physical form was tucked away in bed, safe behind wards. She felt invincible in the night air, resting on the top of a bare tree miles above civilization.

"Enjoying the freedom?" Loki asked, appearing beside his sister, perched just as absently as she with arms crossed over a bent knee.
"What else?" she replied, her hawk-gold eyes glancing in his direction before returning to the stars above.
"Wondering which one is your mother again?" he guessed. Tělo shrugged briefly.
"I can't help but look at them and wonder why they sent me to a mortal body," she mused, reflecting on how different her life could have been had she been given the chance to reside in her true immortal form, rather than inhabit the mortal flesh her spirit had been guided to before conception.
Loki made a noncommittal noise. He claimed her mother's name was unknown even to him, Belial the only being in the universe to have that knowledge. And the fallen archangel refused to speak of her to his daughter, enjoying her demands and wheedling while they had lasted.
"The were?"
"He's fine as far as I know," she replied curtly, the blood tie an irritation at the best of times.
"And the demon?"
"He's fine too," she murmured, having been surprised the being she thought a fae had turned out to be of the demonic nature.

They fell silent and watched the stars brighten in silence, Tělo's wings providing the only unearthly light in the blackness underneath the sky. The falling snow melted on their skin, bothering them not at all. It was a rare, companionable silence for the two siblings. Family they may be, but Loki only cared about his sister as long as she served whatever purposes he had in mind. The feeling was returned by his winged sibling.

Neither had the capacity to truly love another being anymore. It had been lost in different ways for each, but lost nonetheless. Tělo was able to empathize and feel love on a shallow, superficial level. But she had realized she could never love anyone more than herself and while the revelation hurt - she would never have a truly giving love - she had settled the issue and decided to work with what she had. Which was precious little, but more than even some humans had these days.