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05-21-2016, 09:19 PM
The blood had been washed from her skin in the hot springs, her eyes closed and breaths coming slow and purposeful. The gentle bubbling and steam had released the tension in her muscles, and though the bruises would ache like phantom pains Lena could not erase, she would be whole. Tingal and Ampere could not touch her here, isolated queen in the reaches of the north. Had her flock noticed her absence? Cared at all? Then again it was likely they had merely assumed her absence was of a personal nature, or even business related. She could not scorn them when they were too vast for even she to record their prolonged absences. Though the time had faded and business had continued normally, the hot springs now reminded her of the nightmare her life had turned into. Tingal. Ampere. Thranduil. Ashamin. With a deep sigh she slid into the water, chasing the peace she found so rarely. Trying to remember her purpose, her strengths, in the face of all her newfound weaknesses. Alice leaped into the water with a splash and an unamused stare from her bonded, tongue lolling out cheekily from her long snout as she doggy-paddled in circles around Hotaru. Completely unbothered by the cloak of hair shining prettily floating atop the water. This was her momentary sanctuary, utilized less frequently as spring tantalized her lambs back down into green valleys where adventure awaited. She was young and sprightly but her bones and soul were weary, and the water ebbed and flowed across the crevices of her sorrow. Filling them in and awarding her peace - if only for a few hours. Memories of Rhiannon, the ghostly love that had abandoned her, were the only things to haunt her here. It was enough. It was worth it to ease the strain of burden on her small shoulders, the weight of dark love and weakness, business and loneliness. With a soft sigh she dipped her muzzle idly to the surface of the water, hooves slowly shifting against rock below. The only sound to break her quietude was the soft hiss and bubble of the springs. I'm not a girl, I'm storm with skin
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