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05-10-2015, 10:50 PM
ryuu
You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down / Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground / We are the jack-o-lanterns in July / Setting fire to the sky
Momma had gone north. She had told me that we had family there, which I believed wholeheartedly, as my memories of Aurelia were too blurred and unfamiliar for me to remember. For all intents and purposes, Momma was the one who had given birth to me. And so when I had remained in the north after my patrol with Miss Sikeax, where Mali was born, I had slowly decided that if Momma was in the Basin then surely I could go and find her. It was how I had ended up stuck in the Arch, where Erebos had rescued me and escorted me to the Basin borders in hopes of resting my sprained ankle. It was a minor problem, and I felt guilty for the burden I was sure to become. There was nothing I could offer them, aside an explanation and a plea for forgiveness and patience. Surely they would understand that all I wanted was to find Momma again? I loved Cera, and he was ever patient with me, understanding of my problems, my attachment to Momma. But he simply...wasn't her. My entire world had coalesced into simply her. I was too shy, too hesitant, to ever step away from her completely. It was why my friends were few and far between. All but Mali. Glancing down at the pup I gave her a watery smile, trying to summon up a little bit of courage and hope. "It'll be okay, right Mali?" I let my voice quiver, because there was nobody around to hear but her. She'd never judge me, was the only other soul in the world I could trust with my fears and paranoia. Though I knew she could not comprehend the cadences and nuances of my language - much less the meaning behind each word - it still helped calm my racing heart to say it out lout and hear her snuffling approval and assurance. Perhaps she could sense my unease, at the very least. Exhaling a quiet, tremulous breath, I walked up the path Erebos had shown me. He had given me a name, one that Momma had told me before she'd flown North. Ophelia. But...Momma hadn't told me that Ophelia was the Lady of the Basin. My knees felt weak, gelatinous. Would she hate me, for being such a pitiful excuse for a family member? For disgracing Momma's line and name? Mali whined at my side at the dark, twisted path my mind almost always took. Her fur was warm and soft against my foreleg, careful not to push too hard. The only thing I appreciated of the North was how it numbed my horrible hooves, the curse I had supposedly been born with and struggled with all my life. Not that it did anything for my awkward, plainly conspicuous limping, but at least the pain was replaced with the pins and needles of cold-induced numbness. That was surely a good sign, I thought sarcastically to myself. At least it was a different kind of pain. Gathering my vocals took far more courage than I had anticipated. The first attempt was a mere squeak that only faintly resembled the Forsaken's name, and I glanced down at Mali as I awkwardly cleared my throat. "Ophelia?" I called out as loudly as my quivering, tremulous vocals would venture. And again, a little louder, a tiny crack in the middle that I would not admit to hearing or making. "Miss Ophelia?" This is a huge landmass, Ryuu, what makes you think she'd hear that? I chided myself. Still, I could at least hope she was in the vicinity, right? @[Ophelia], his last explanatory thread before his AA! |
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