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12-21-2016, 06:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-22-2016, 04:51 AM by Sacre.
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As he trudged his way through the snowy landscape, his foxes cast out in front of him, Sacre found himself following a trail of many who had only recently passed through. In truth, the fox-boy disliked the Thistle Meadow, it was where he had been born, but also where his mother had perished and every time he came here there was a bitter taste in his mouth. He passed through silently with a haunted face and his entire focus fixed on the point ahead… A familiar turtle. Caela Insula—that was the last place Sacre had seen this saintly old soul and quite suddenly, like a small miracle in his gloomy world, the fox-boy’s youthful smile slayed his sombre look when it pierced across his lips, lighting up his once dismal expression. Even then, as he bounded towards the gentle turtle, there was a new clarity to the world as if it was imbued by magic he had never seen before. The noises of wildlife, of nature, had never been more prevalent in his mind as he listened to the song of a Frost Oriole whilst pondering the tree before him. Many had already decorated it in their various trinkets ranging from jewels to severed heads, which Sacre thought aptly portrayed the rather varying personalities one could find in this mismatched world. He thought about what he might contribute himself to the tree, flatly refusing to offer his red arrow, though it might be magical, it was no ornament. Instead he reached for something else, the only other thing that reminded him of magic, as he took out his sun amulet, clenching it between his teeth and placing it on the tree next to the other gifts. Satisfied, he made his way back through the crowd leaving his foxes to idle by the many items being offered and he would have continued on home only that his heart skipped in surprise. There, in the busyness of his surroundings, he noticed a startlingly familiar face, whom he thought was his mother at first glance before realising that it was his younger sister, more grown up. “Ráeru!” he called jubilantly as he made his way over, offering a gentle nose bump to her shoulder when he got near her “my beautiful sister” he proudly beamed. on the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true |
Sacre puts his Sun Amulet on the tree & then goes to greet Ráeru
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!
