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03-26-2017, 03:33 AM
The first of everything is this: no birds chirping to take the vacancy left so long in her ears, barely having enough energy left over from some other time to turn them on their posts, head pounding as the screaming of reality grows ever closer. The air touching her skin with hands free to roam as they please is cool. If she would hurry up and open her eyes instead of feeling out the world with every other sense she has, stretching aching wings out to their small limits so that the coarseness of feather grass runs across their underbellies, she would see the steam rise from her nostrils and coil, the darkness of the landscape only just barely scared off by the lights streaming above her head.
Everything feels like rebirth, shivering though there is no physical purpose for it, driven on by the mental trauma of whatever happened. And now that she takes the time to think, cringes ridiculing her facial structure as they tighten till she sheds a few tears in their wake, the world feels awfully cold, and some part of her, deep down in the depths so deep that no one begins to fathom them, something aches with an unholiness.
All she can think of is that Vauphine has left her, not that she was reckless with youth and curiosity, something that any can easily do when they don’t have their bearings correctly and let fear fuel them more than nutrition.
The false night that she has created beneath her wings is given up to the lights overhead as their masses return to swaddle her. Tears stream down her in face in the light. Green shimmers slither over her black body as the sky above watches idly.
She had only wanted to know what they were, having never seen them before in her travels. The process of escaping this place was still on then, and in the process of trying to get rid of it, had neglected herself. Now, she carries on as barely anything, hunger gradually gathering the strength to tell her that she needs to eat and do it fast before the worst really does set in. Dehydration leaves her mouth dry, tongue idly rolling in her mouth as her body musters up some saliva to dampen it.
Her little wings had carried her to the sky, weak and worn, letting her see them up close when the height hit her state of being too hard, and pushed her from the sky. It would have been a glorious way to die, but no, things went differently. It was a sharp, ninety degree right turn on her straight path, knocking everything out of her till she has nothing left but herself.
The silence in this place is staring to become daunting. Loneliness has never bothered her in the past, but now faced with such a wide expanse of it in the middle of nowhere, with no way to figure out how long she’s been here and what will come of her if she stays here even a few minutes longer, it wears a new mask.
One long breath of air and the world comes to her in a blur. What few colours there are in the night are made into fuzzy shapes that mix into one another, eyes batting rapidly as her vision steadily increases. The crumpled mess that she has become in the grass is barely obstructed from sight by the grass, enough that if she really tried by ducking down and gathering herself up beneath her frail wings, then she could be hidden.
But that’s not what is on her mind tonight.
The legs connected to her body don’t feel as if they are her’s when she attempts to use them, struggling for a while as her stumbles become less and the ground below her more sure.
Once on her feet, the world feels as if it is her’s again, wings still remaining tucked tightly to her body, held so close that their feathers ruffle themselves against her as her steps finally make the plunge back into living, searching for Gods’ know what, but mostly anything that will pull her out of this.
OOC: mostly something to bring her back unofficially since i missed her so much and have been having a shit ton of muse for her.
