.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
04-08-2017, 05:58 PM
|
That little beating heart breaks there, listening to the words that leave the midnight woman's mouth; they are not the words the lamb had been hoping to hear, not the eager "yes, I can fix you right up!" that Safiri had wanted. She feels her body shrinking, her shoulders sagging, the deep sigh slipping from her pink lips as she looks up at the Moon Doctor. She does not know whether she is disappointed in the curse laid on her, or saddened by the news of her permanent problem - there is no easy fix to such a deep, delicate issue. Magic that flows through mortal veins will never be enough to save her, it may provide her with temporary relief from the staggering fatigue she faces, but nothing will heal her completely. "Why not permanently? Am I being punished?" Her voice cracks, first sputtering honey sweet but growing bitter as she furthers the sentence. Is this backlash for something? Safiri lets her floating mind question the reason behind her small heart, whether it was just by chance, or if she was dealt a bad hand with reason. The lamb has done nothing wrong yet, too sheltered and insecure, too weak to ever step outside of the cave she and her mother share - so what had she done? Was she being punished for wandering outside of her mother's view, slipping quietly into the word stretching far beyond their little cave? Glittering green turns up towards the teal-tipped woman with the questions written over her blackened features; what could the woman tell her about her condition? "If you can't fix it forever - who can?" Lyanna summons the magic bestowed upon her by the Moon Goddess, bringing about quiet, dark mists that glide seamlessly over the surface, wrapping around the princess as she leans against the tree. It brings about sensations she'd never felt before, encouraging the blood in her veins to carry the oxygen her body needed, granting her the energy she had wasted getting to this point. Safiri relishes in the tickling of the magic working over her, temporarily dispelling her pain and fatigue; she's left to slowly begin to stand on her own with newfound strength as the magic recedes, having done it's job. Her features brighten at the realization that her breath has returned, her joints no longer ache, her head is not drifting off to the clouds - "I do, thank you, miss Lyanna!" Her mood has shifted with the dispelling of her fatigue and aches, standing now on her own without the help of the trees, spring green sparkling and bright, lips drawn up in a smile. She knows it will only last a moment, but she clings to it and cherishes it while she has it; who knows how long it will last her before she returns to her weak and feeble state, where she can never quite get enough air and her heart can never beat fast enough to maintain her. Safiri cannot remember her birth, that memory tucked so far into the back of her mind, collecting so much dust behind the rest of them, that she cannot draw back on that moment in time. It's a blur, her consciousness undeveloped and her mind fuzzy from experiencing a whole new world, there to welcome her as princess of the Edge. She furrows her golden brows as she grasps for a memory she cannot quite reach, coming back empty handed; shaking her head gently, she looks up at the Moon Doctor almost apologetically. "Thank you, ma'am, but I don't remember, I'm sorry." Safiri speaks eloquently, mannered and sugar sweet, as a princess should be (in her mind at least). She wishes she could remember Lyanna's face looming over hers, trying to heal her aliment with the magic she had, but to no avail. It was a condition she would be forced to live with, until she made the choice to seek help from one of the gods. If she does. a wind in the shadow, a whale song in the deep |
@Lyanna
