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F a e l e n e
dream in black and white
Faelene picked her where carefully along the shade of the trees, avoiding all souls, finally stealing her way out of the Basin. There was hint of a stress induced headache inflicting itself at the back of her skull and she did not feel like talking. Faelene wanted to lift her mask, and melt into the landscape. Tempting as it was to find Lena to see if she could fix or sooth her ailments, Faelene was stubborn enough not to seek the medic. Doctors asked questions, and though there was not any signs that screamed of her escapade it felt like it.
Faelene hummed to herself, a quick composure meant to hurry work of the past, and kept mind,legs moving forward. There was always something to song, to music that helped lessen her stress. When she finally broke against the white landscape that went on and on, the cold chill against her head made her feel a lot better. The Basin wasn't usually suffocating ,and she blamed herself for feeling trapped. What really do you have to fear? she asked herself, and off handily bit her lip in pause.
Death? No.
Pain? No.
Punishment? For what?
There was nothing. She did not necessarily regret her actions. Mauja she could not say, but regardless was avoiding him like the plague. Then a half smirk crept on her lips. No, she was not afraid of him. The dark cloaked maiden couldn't convince herself. It was easily justified she had seen him, but found no reason to talk. What was there to say? And if he felt the need he could find her.
The low temperature chilled her nose, causing it to slightly run. She took a deep breath, drowning her lungs with the fresh air. Black cranium tipped east, and west. The shadow could see anyone coming or going, and continued walking through the sloppy snow contemplating. Day after day had came and everything seemed fine, normal. What had happened was done, and she did not treat it any more than a dream. There were only two witnesses,not counting herself, and she did not think either had reason to tell. The red maned really did not see it being mentioned, she might even deny it at this point. She had half a mind to think nightmare would be the better word. There was the tiniest murmur it would not be so easily forgotten,pushed aside, and hidden with her strict determination to do so. Faelene reasoned, outside of Helovia, a slave, she had been placed under magic to be unable to have offspring. The last thing her owners wanted was another line of her blood so why wouldn't it remain in place? When securing her freedom she had not thought if it still worked because bearing a child was the last thing on her mind. She had always felt unworthy of the title of mother. The longer Faelene walked there was the oddest sensation that remained in her gut, even here in the wintry tundra. The Thief decided the best thing to do was ignore it, likely the messed up guilt she had started to carry. Emotions could play physical, and she blew a wary breath through her closed teeth. No, until she was sure she wouldn't be thinking about it.
The maiden continued working with the frigid breeze, and checking the horizon. Times she held the magic, playing with a long, lonely blade of dead grass in the distance, and sometimes batting at the amulets that hung at the v of her neck. The sensation made her laugh. How useless would others think her new gift? The further away she was from the Basin the lighter, and more lively she felt. Soon she was parading across the white, letting her hair fly back, and the elements of air, water, heat slide across her. Elated another laugh shot from her mouth, and she stole another long breath. The blood within her started faster by the pump of her heart, and she was greeted with the rocky outcrops in the distance. There was a mountain passage that took the sky, and the most peculiar things greeted her when she ventured to take it. So up, up she carefully went, feeling the change in the air by both elevation and heat.
The stairway seemed to be leading to heaven, but she did not know how lovely the field looked in Tallsun. About to reach it,breaking through the white haze she bumped into something that shouldn't have been there. (Thankfully her horn curved up not to get caught) So quickly hind hooves scraped on the rock, she spooked back, leaning toward the remaining mountainside. "I'm sorry," she stammered automatically, bemused and surprised by the solidness. Silver eyes narrowed, trying to see if she was mistaken, but made out the start of a tail. "I..are you alright?"She stared dumfounded, not letting herself look down while thinking she might be losing it and this had to be one hell of a place to do so.
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