The Spirit of Magic Day

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[DROP] The Spirit of Magic Day

December Posts: 144

Deceased atk: 3.5 | def: 7 | dam: 8

Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 6 (Frostfall) HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Carl :: Ccara Llama :: None Watermel0nBob

#14

12-19-2016, 05:19 PM

DECEMBER

& this is Carl

She was trying to be happy. If not for her own sake than Miykael's. Yet it was hard with each passing day without her daughter to even think about anything remotely happy, because what was the point of trying if she couldn't be happy with her. She had stopped looking awhile ago, she didn't bother calling out for Merialeth when she awoke in the mornings, because she knew there would be no answer. She had stopped making a bed for the child to sleep in next to her way before then. She was simply grieving now, despite her stubborn desire to keep hoping, the logical part of her mind that had come with years of jaded anguish insisted that she use her energy on better things. Like trying to keep her relationship with her mate. She barely saw him anymore, who knows what he was doing. She had stopped asking about the time she stopped looking for her child. There wasn't a point to try doing anything anymore simply for the fact she felt there was no point if she only came back empty-handed.

So when she heard the Earth Turtle and his special Giving Tree were back in town, she had decided that perhaps she could find some joy in seeing him. She didn't have anything better to do anyway. Making her way through the snow with Carl at her side, she noticed that many had gathered already. There wasn't anyone she really knew, aside from a familiar bluish woman who she had met back when she was a Falls member. And she had been a bitch, so who cares about her. Snorting, she brushed past everyone as gently as possible so as not to shove anyone, before finally looking at the Earth Turtle silently. Did he grant wishes? Or did he simply give away little gifts in hopes they would make the world better? She needed to stop thinking about those thoughts. She dipped her head to him politely, silently, before looking to the tree he wanted everyone to decorate.

She didn't have much to give, didn't really have anyone to share this special moment with. She was slowly but surely going back to being alone, and it killed her inside to even let the possibility of it surface. Her eyes were filled with muted sadness, and with a tender sigh to looked to Carl, watching him silently before asking for something through their connection. He seemed hesitant at first, but when he felt the hopelessness and sadness ripple through her, he couldn't help but comply. So with a gentle tug into his coat she yanked free a few strands of wool, before slowly turning back to the tree and doing her best to lace them through the branches. These were something special to her, because Carl had been the one constant through her entire life here. That was something she could find comfort in.

"If wishes come true, then please bring me back my baby..." she whispered into the branches so no one could hear, closing her eyes to take in the scent of pine, before finally turning back to the Turtle and dipping her head once more. Carl was suddenly in a giving mood too, for he lifted his head and sent a huge wad of spit in the lower branches effortlessly. This was his own little meaningful memento. Taking a deep breath December stood back, looking at the gathering horses silently, before at once turning and leaving the clearing as quickly as she came.

Talking.