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01-05-2017, 02:14 AM
Gawen
You wake up every morning to face the same demons that left you so tired the night before. And that, my dear, is bravery.
Arah's stories had only comforted Gawen so much. The child was an intellectual at heart, and soaked up all the knowledge she could offer willingly. It was an adequate distraction, but lingering in the back of his mind was the image of his mother sliding towards the edge, fetching up against the tree that had inevitably saved her life. It wasn't an image that would leave his mind any time soon. Inevitably it would lead to nightmares, to an awareness of cruel reality that would never truly be shaken from his shoulders. But as soon as the noise of battle ceased and Arah's head lifted in even the slightest awareness of what was transpiring, Gawen excused himself hastily - ever careful to gaze at her soulfully and thank her - and went running off back towards the cliffs.
There's a sea of bodies, but none of them golden and blushed with pink. None of them familiar and comforting and home. He bleats for her like a lost lamb, whickering and whinnying quietly, pushing and sidling through familiar and unfamiliar bodies alike to find his mother. They may not always see eye to eye. He may fear he disappoints her more times than not, but all in all Gawen loves his mom. The thought of losing her, seeing her moments away from being lost to him forever, has shaken him down to roots he didn't know existed. He has to find her, he needs to make sure she's okay.
And then she's there, near Lyanna, who doesn't look so good either for some reason. Gawen hiccups, and the tears that had been kept at bay by Arah's stories and comforting touch suddenly swell and overwhelm. He flings himself at her, scarcely controlling his descent enough to prevent injuring her any further.
"Mo-o-oom," he sobs, wings coming forward like arms to bracket around her and squeeze her tight. He cries into her neck, messy and noisy and relieved. She's here, and alive. Maybe she's worse for wear, and blood still stains her normally beautifully pristine coat, but she's alive. That's all that matters to Gawen.
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