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06-10-2015, 06:44 PM
Home. Even now, only part of you realizes the weight of that word, home. You now belonged to these mountains, to the winter and to the creatures that made up your new family. And even now, only part of you understands what that means. From the moment you had set foot here, decided that it was what you wanted, you had known; accepting it meant letting go. It is ――was―― a terrifying notion, one that you still, even as you wander, restlessness moving in you as ever, do not exactly know how to handle. You didn’t know how to let go: how does someone pick up and recover from their world utterly shattering? From everything they knew, were, and had been, being ripped away from them? Some times, more than others, it was hard not to blame yourself. Hard not to think that for wanting to see things and do and be and know that you had brought your own destruction. But you had wanted to see, to experience those things with them. A sigh leaves you, as if the breath was too heavy to hold in any longer. You watch idly as it crystallizes, falling towards the earth before disappearing entirely. It is then that a voice shatters the relative stillness of the winter, echoes off the thin warmth of the sun. At first you are content in listening as it fades, becomes stillness once more. At first you are more than fine remaining in the little copse of trees that you had found, away from the eyes of others, alone to your thoughts. As the moments pass, however, a curiosity grows within you, blossoming wildly until you simply cannot ignore it, overcoming the tiredness laced within your bones and your aching soul. You had been unable to sleep, as exhausted as you were, the weight of responsibility hanging heavy on your shoulders. A healer, in partial charge for the well-being of your kin. You knew you would learn, and had vague knowledge of a girl that you hoped could teach you. Even then, it was hardly a pebble's toss into the ocean of uncertainty that pooled in the shadow of your heart. There, just ahead of you, a girl waits patiently with her fire-fox, and a man joins her, the creature that follows him larger, more sinister. Even as a third woman joins them, her voice lifting over the blanket of ice and snow, your eyes do not waver from the darker creature, now sitting with something at its feet. As you grow nearer it becomes clear that it is a body of some small creature, and while you disapprove you quickly dismiss it, turning your attention to the girl you had originally spied on the edge of the mirror-lake, drawing to a pause. You do not speak, instead hovering on the edge of the little group, eyes dancing from one face to the next in silent greeting. |
* i totally didn't recycle a partial post, and sorry for the rest of it XD
i hope saying she was told to look for lena is alright. if not, let me know and i'll change it~
@[Lena] @[d'Artagnan] @[Renegade]
i hope saying she was told to look for lena is alright. if not, let me know and i'll change it~
@[Lena] @[d'Artagnan] @[Renegade]
please tag enna in every post
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