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10-06-2016, 10:05 PM
She feels lost by entrances of the buzzy air that surrounded her, clawing at her mind with talons of something so foreign, hollowing her out so that the pain easily penetrated through her weakened walls. She was in Helovia now. There were no azure hills that rolled endlessly into the galactic horizon, no great chapels of stained glass and filled with scrolls of knowledge that he had fed upon as a child, nothing. He was gone, they were gone, the very fibers of her existence ripped away, burnt to the ground as if it never even mattered. She notices the pressure of his legs, oblivious to the monsters that lurked beneath the surface of the waters. She only wanted to be clean of the dirt, the ash of Isisi, the embers of everything she knew. So with empty, glossed eyes, she rose like a phoenix out of ash, except the silver did not shine anew. Her knees wobbled, threatening, begging for the relief of crashing back to the ground. Her eyes pinched closed as short, pained breaths escape sooted lips as she forced herself up and turned her platinum orbs to the only thing she did know: Tembovu. [color=##4630dd]"Why are you sorry? Don't be." She spoke in uneven, raspy words, the lull of her silken chords exhausted and gone. Teetering out of the waters and to the bay, she lowered her head and attempted to bury her face in the warm, broad chest of Tembovu. The sobs did not come, but tears traced the ink of her lined face. She knew of Tembovu's past and in this moment of nakedness, she was glad that the plainsman -who knew all to well- her suffering was who had found her. "Speech." |
@Tembovu so sorry it took so long, went on absent! So happy to get this thread up and rolling again
