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vieux matin aube - Phoebe - July 03, 2019
The day had finally come and passed where her new siblings graced the earth. Phoebe hadn't even bothered finding out how anyone else felt about them, far too consumed with her own mixed emotions on them that she had stuck to lurking elsewhere in the glade. Eventually that had brought her out to the borders and in a fit of ”well why not” she had made the bold option of leaving the glade altogether. A natural homebody, she had never been one to venture too far without the accompaniment of another.
There was a rush of excitement, soon followed by dread.
Not surprisingly, the path back the plateau was just the same as when they had come down it to the glade in the first place. She was thankful for that when she sought the creature comforts of where her home had been for the better part of the last year. Her birthplace, the very hallowed ground where she had grown up learning the little bits of her craft through her mother.
As she crossed over a stretch of familiar ground, she marveled at the herbs that had sprung up—did her mother know what she was missing out on? How their wolfishly cultivated grounds grew? Probably not. She had been set on leaving the plateau and to some degree Phoebe could not blame her. Coming back here only reminded her of those who left and frankly, she wondered if the pursuit of happiness was even worth it at all.
The plateau, she discovered shortly thereafter, did not make her happy either.
It was full of memories, the bad almost outweighing the good.
Along the shoreline of the lake, she paused to rest. She didn't attempt to sort out the mess of thoughts in her head but rather took in the solitude that the plateau offered her now. No worries of her siblings bothering here, she thought. No worry of her family coming in to ask how she was settling in or what she was doing with her time. No talk of the babes or how she would soon have them to celebrate. She didn't like the last bit, not in the least. She wasn't ready to be passed off fully into the throes of whatever adulthood had to offer; there was too much left to learn, too much to experience with a guiding hand.
But that was the way of the world, wasn't it?