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09-11-2016, 08:38 PM
She felt torn. Torn between giving up and moving on. She carried with her the constant pain of heartache and the lingering, though ever-dwindling, feeling of hope. So elusive it could be, but she gripped tightly and dared not let it escape her.
And in that moment, as she pondered her future, she heard a call. Herd life was strange, she mused as she gathered herself and moved towards the sound. She readily welcomed the distraction and as the black mare picked her way through the trees, careful as ever, she turned the words of the call over in her mind. Followers of the moon, such a poetic thought, called forth by their Seer. She felt like an imposter. Every step felt wrong but she forced herself forward still. Dread swept over her, the heaviness of it causing her grip on Hope to loosen, but she would not let go today.
Muscle memory pulled her forward and she was thankful she’d come across Alune’s haven once or twice before, or she’d have surely missed the meeting. Those broken eyes of hers were ever a hinderance, but she knew where he’d be and knew how to get there. It was one of the very few things she felt sure of and she was thankful for that much.
And, despite the dread, a quiet whisper of excitement rushed through her. She felt the edges of herself quiver with the hint of anticipation and she wondered what curious customs would unveil themselves to her as she “infiltrated” this meeting. She slowed to a stop as she drew near, but aimed to linger just close enough to not be a burden.
And in that moment, as she pondered her future, she heard a call. Herd life was strange, she mused as she gathered herself and moved towards the sound. She readily welcomed the distraction and as the black mare picked her way through the trees, careful as ever, she turned the words of the call over in her mind. Followers of the moon, such a poetic thought, called forth by their Seer. She felt like an imposter. Every step felt wrong but she forced herself forward still. Dread swept over her, the heaviness of it causing her grip on Hope to loosen, but she would not let go today.
Muscle memory pulled her forward and she was thankful she’d come across Alune’s haven once or twice before, or she’d have surely missed the meeting. Those broken eyes of hers were ever a hinderance, but she knew where he’d be and knew how to get there. It was one of the very few things she felt sure of and she was thankful for that much.
And, despite the dread, a quiet whisper of excitement rushed through her. She felt the edges of herself quiver with the hint of anticipation and she wondered what curious customs would unveil themselves to her as she “infiltrated” this meeting. She slowed to a stop as she drew near, but aimed to linger just close enough to not be a burden.
★ harm her if it pleases you, but death is not ready for her yet
