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06-09-2017, 10:47 AM
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It had been fun, at first, to be alone. Though her father's news that he had to carry away on business had come with a heaviness in her breast that was a sure promise she would swiftly grow to miss him, the girl had done her best to remain positive. Smiling and giving him many hugs and tender kisses upon his cheeks before he left the World's Edge with all his worldly possessions, Maude had stood in the shade of the outer most trees of the forest, which led to the realms beyond, and watched his departure until she couldn't see him any longer. She still returned every day, at the fall of the sun, before she settled into Trewdwellan for the evening, to assure he had not come home. But as the weeks went by, and more and more days passed that she made her way to the gate with hope for her father's face to appear there, and did not, the girl's heart began to yearn for the way things used to be. Though the freedom to chose her own lessons or goals for the day or week was nice, she quite missed his stories, and most especially she missed cuddling up with him at the end of the day. Sure, there was more space in the small cavern hidden beneath the roots for her to sprawl and stretch, and no one complained that she bullied them into corners anymore with her overconfident sleep, but that was just the problem. Maude had yet to have been alone for this long in all her life. With Katua gone on adventures, and Zubari doing whatever it was he was doing now days, the filly had far too much free time to think about the friends and family she never saw anymore. Today, it all coalesced into a minor meltdown. Standing at the spike straddled entryway into the Edge, hopelessly peering into the forest beyond, she finds no one, and, with a dismal sigh, her head falls lower than her pale breast, and her citrine eyes, normally aglow with hope, laughter, or both, blur with sadness, and a loneliness that she tries to keep at bay, still, with her positive attitude. Turning back slowly, she doesn't take her usual path to Trewdwellan, her heart far too heavy for that place just now. Instead, she makes her way towards the edge of the Edge, where she and her father had last spent a full day together, planting the saplings she'd grown all spring and summer. Sure they are fine (as she has checked on them just this morning) but lonesome for any sort of kinship, even if they are just trees, the girl slowly wanders the paths of the forest which will lead her to her tiny glow-cherry saplings. [ OOC: Anyone is welcome D: She's just walking towards the temple area atm ] |
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
