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09-06-2016, 07:10 AM
ashamin
lochan
&rakt
The plurality of the being's existence did not escape the Clovenheart. From the moment the creation said "we," he knew that he was dealing with not one thing but many things, and as the air around him settled at a temperature so suited to his habits that it was almost impossible to sense, Ashamin suspected that before him stood the entire collection of Frostfall's being. The snow collected on and around him. The peace that had existed for so long outside of the stag, just beyond his reach, seemed to move itself into his breast. Even his companions were silent, choosing to keep their commentary to themselves.
They were glad that he had come. His heart shivered; he wanted to reach out with his magic, to touch whatever heart this being may have had, but somehow that felt heinous. No, this was a beast of purity. To seek its lifesource, whether it had one or not, was no better than to pry secrets of innocence from the mouth of a child.
"So am I," was all he said, though once more he didn't know if he'd said it or not. He did not have long, intricate speeches for the Frostfall before him. He only had awe.
When they asked him if he missed the Basin it almost hurt him. If not for the numbing of the temporary radius of a world around him, Ashamin might have fallen. But it was strange how much the mere question was able to cause him pain, for it did. He swallowed the pill of his failure, the reminder that he had left behind a herd that loved him, and breathed deeply before answering.
"Yes."
His voice quivered when he spoke, and his tail snaked nervously. It left a small trail in the snow.
"With all my being."
And he wondered then, as he stood before magnificence that surely knew best, that chose to remind him of the past rather than the future he struggled so much to build, if he should ever have left at all.
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The Clovenheart
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