Her heart had cracked, begun to heal, and then shattered again. Each day, the black-and-white woman fought to put another piece back where it belonged-- knowing that it would never be flawless as it had been in her youth, and also knowing that the gilded cracks made it more beautiful than it had been, too. Pain and memories ebbed and flowed, and Magpie would occasionally spend a day hidden from the rest of the world to be alone in her grief. The next might be spent as if nothing had changed at all.
She had made a mess of her life, but despite her penchant for breaking commitments and there was a determination in her, to survive and to thrive. She thought often of Summer's eyes and the flower that had grown despite the cold autumn. Those were the memories that gave her a fiery hope, a motivation that drove her to do whatever it took to turn things around.
Weak and thin, she had come to the Cuesta for the hares she knew resided here-- pausing before tracking down their warrens to remember her niece and the dark wraith that ruled the Sleeping Dragon. It would be death to return there, she knew, and Magpie had no desire to make amends that would not be welcome. But she took a moment, now, to think of them and wish of the universe that they were well.
When her thoughts darkened-- of course they were well, for everyone seemed to do so without her-- she shut her mind to them and tuned her focus to the hunt.
She had made a mess of her life, but despite her penchant for breaking commitments and there was a determination in her, to survive and to thrive. She thought often of Summer's eyes and the flower that had grown despite the cold autumn. Those were the memories that gave her a fiery hope, a motivation that drove her to do whatever it took to turn things around.
Weak and thin, she had come to the Cuesta for the hares she knew resided here-- pausing before tracking down their warrens to remember her niece and the dark wraith that ruled the Sleeping Dragon. It would be death to return there, she knew, and Magpie had no desire to make amends that would not be welcome. But she took a moment, now, to think of them and wish of the universe that they were well.
When her thoughts darkened-- of course they were well, for everyone seemed to do so without her-- she shut her mind to them and tuned her focus to the hunt.
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i feel it move through me - by OG Magpie - December 11, 2016, 05:26 PM
RE: i feel it move through me - by Depp - December 18, 2016, 12:33 PM
RE: i feel it move through me - by OG Magpie - December 18, 2016, 05:27 PM