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 Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2019 8:46 pm
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Some days were more tiring than others. Even in the miracle that was being led to their promised land, there were catches. Dips in the rising tide of emotion. Thorns that snagged in one's fur or paws. Some days, Terran Sundew Scion acted as her role mandated alongside the Elder Council. Some days, she just wanted to be Sunny again. She knew it was childish to still want no responsibility--maybe that was her curse of youth taken too soon--and she would never voice anything so terrible aloud, but...She was mortal, whatever the Elves might think of her now. And their thoughts were so very varied, and shaded, and apt to change with the wind.
(When she dream-visioned, the Court was always a parade of masks for a reason. The delicate dance never stopped.)
Having all but been thrust into the Council due to circumstances, Sundew felt that with the Elvish settling in the Bluestone Mountains, it was time to visit with their members under less...dire circumstances. And so she began to seek out Creeping Bramble with a new flower from the land in her mouth. (The conversation started, the social catalyst. She rarely initiated without one.) |
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2019 4:47 pm
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Everything was shrouded in some feeling that Bramble could never shake and never explain. It felt strange and foreign, laced through with hope, but dampened by a fear of that very same light. It seemed like too much to think that they were safe or that there was not some looming threat nipping at their heels even now. Yet, as every straggling member of their pack came crashing through the undergrowth and showed their face, they rejoiced and counted one more among them safe at last.
It was so hard to face each and every one of them when she knew that the one soul she wanted to see on the horizon was the only one she knew they had left behind, lifeless, in the dirt where he had fallen. Each newcomer was greeted with a tight smile and the proper words before she turned and left with that familiar ache burning in her heart.
Even Fern wasn't enough most days to squash it.
So, on those days when it was too unbearable, she sat alone with her thoughts. Here she couldn't hear the whispers following her and didn't have to entertain one more shallow apology from someone who would just turn around and spread her misfortune like wildfire. Maybe she was just imagining it though, maybe they weren't talking behind her back at all, maybe-
Bramble's thoughts stopped abruptly as she spotted Sundew making her unmistakable way towards the Elder. The fear was beaten back and she stood politely, as if being overly proper would shake whatever worries the other leaders of their pack had for her mental well-being.
"Ah, Sundew," her head dipped and a tight, forced smile sprung into place that wasn't altogether fake, "I'm afraid you caught me in the middle of my thoughts." |
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