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Maude had been playing along the border, chasing Tallsun butterflies as they fluttered and alighted on the shining glass of the spikes, illuminated by the sinking sun. Enamored completely with the moment, as she often is, the darling does not, at first, notice the nicker of her nearby aunt – at least not enough to investigate. Instead, it’s the insects that lead her to her familiar, coveted Auntie Aelfwine, and her father and Uncle. At first, looking away from the brilliant blue and midnight black butterfly she’d been cheerfully tailing at an inquisitive trot, the youth is very excited to see her family together, and even wonders if they are going on an adventure, together. Hoping she can come, she eagerly approaches, her green eyes excited, until she notices how angry, sad, or serious they all look… “Aelfwinne, if he’s making you move against your will… I’ll kill him,” says Uncle Bart, and the maiden comes to a complete stop, her smile, sinking, sinking, until her mouth is open, and her eyes move, slowly, from her frustrated Uncle to her Auntie. …Moving?… “You… you can’t go, Auntie!” she suddenly sobs, and gallops to her ashen friend and family (careful to not step on the egg); throwing herself at her chest, hoping to throw her neck about her shoulders, as if to hold her here by touch alone, the filly's heart is tight with worry and fear. The folds of her cloak drift wildly about her ankles as she comes to her sudden stop, tears already rolling down her cheeks, “Auntie Ultima left and never came back. I love you, Auntie! Even if that man isn’t making you leave, please don’t leave us!” |
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
