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07-01-2013, 01:47 PM
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[OOC | Takes place just before birthing thread.] I would love to say that I walked to the Threshold, but in truth, I waddled. I should not be outside our borders. I should not wander off alone. But sometimes, a fae just needs her space. And today is just one of those days where I simply can't stand to be around everyone else. I have felt useless ever since the beginning of the endless night. Kri says that our light will return, but I am not so sure. I can feel their absence in my bones. I wonder if Kri has magic. I wonder if she feels the same void that I do when I reach inside myself for my powers. I wonder if she has doubts, too. Somehow I don't think she's quite as afraid as I am. She doesn't have time to be afraid. She must be busier now than ever, but I am simply existing. I cannot help my herd with a magic I don't have just now; I cannot protect my family with a Wall I cannot build. I cannot fight, I cannot heal, I cannot be stealthy. And now I cannot craft. What use am I to anyone in this darkness if I cannot provide some source of light? I plod rather indelicately toward the Threshold, guided by the eerie, ambient light of the gently glowing trees scattered across the landscape. The path is familiar, for I have traveled it many times before, but it is abnormal and discomfiting to do so in darkness. My wings long for flight, but it is for many reasons that I remain grounded. I am so largely pregnant that I can hardly walk anymore, and I tremble to think of the consequences of an in-flight birthing. And the ebony silk of the sky scares me. What if I were never to return? Would anyone miss me? My mate is long gone; my daughter has deserted me, and the father of the child I carry can understand neither my words nor my feelings. Would anyone realize I was gone, if the black sky were to simply swallow me up? A panicked shriek catches my attention, and I tread as silently as possible in the direction of the sound. My movements are as hurried as can be, but burdened as I am by the extra life in my belly, I can do no more than a slow trot. Silence, too, is impossible, for the extra weight I have taken on pulls me down more heavily that I should fall. Still, I emerge into a small clearing, lit from a small glow-tree to the side. Before me, a mare trots briskly across the clearing. I am surprised she does not call out to me, but there you are. Perhaps she is frightened, or perhaps she thinks herself above me. "Excuse me, miss," I call, continuing my slow, burdened gait to catch up to her, if she will have me. "A moment, if you will?" I cannot fight; I cannot heal. I cannot steal, and I cannot craft. But perhaps I can still recruit. "Talk talk talk." @[Rasta] |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
