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01-19-2013, 03:06 PM
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I feel very relaxed. It is a good feeling, and I realize that I have carried many burdens lately. I seldom stop to think about how they might affect me; after all, if I can take the weight from my friend's shoulders, is it not the right thing to do for me to do so? Even so, today, in the Meadow, I realize the repercussions of my actions. It does not bother me, you see - I will continue to be a shoulder to lean on, should my friends need it - but I must admit, it is nice to have a day to myself, when I can simply relax, nap in the sun, and remember the good things in life. I smile as I remember our recent antics, Note and I - a family I think with a happy sigh. Can I truly finally have my dreams come true? It would seem so. Still, I cannot help but worry - after all, my parents had never expected for their lives to end so suddenly, had they? I shake my head, banishing the thoughts. Today is a day for rest and relaxation. No doubt I will have plenty of time to worry about my budding family later. It is quiet here, and peaceful, and somewhere between cropping grass and enjoying the sun's warmth, I fall asleep. I am woken by a familiar voice, though its tone is one that I did not expect. I lift my head from its half-hanging position and blink the sleep from my eyes. Immediately a smile brightens my face at the sight of my dear friend Rowan; as she draws closer, however, my grin falters, falling into a creased brow and a frown. Something is dreadfully wrong, and my heart goes out to the quiet, withdrawn fae. We are so alike, she and I, and I consider her easily my closest friend. It pains me to see her like this. Even her voice trembled, and I move to intercept her, bumping my nose to hers in greeting. "Rowan, whatever is the matter?" My lyrics are tinged with concern, reflected in bi-colored, worried orbs. I immediately look her over - she seems well enough on the outside, so I am worried not for her health. But I know that she would be quite easy to hurt mentally. I bristle silently, wondering if her hysterics were anyone's fault - and if so, where I might find them, so I might teach them a lesson. |
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"Talk talk talk." |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
