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deciphered the clockwork - Sakhmet - October 26, 2019 Twisted and turned down every path presented. Once, twice, thrice. All roads led home. The trees loomed threatening but it was silence she found. No laughter haunted the halls of the woods or bird chatter in the tops. Not even the daedra seemed to be interested in whispering into her ears. Peryite, where are you?
Don't be gone yet. If she thought hard enough, long enough, she could play all the sounds herself. A wailing sound in the back of her mind in the haunting tone of her mother. The fading steps of Sobek. The silence of her ghost though...she needn't imagine such a thing in her own mind. It was still the same as that day. Perhaps even stronger without the accompanying sounds. It's time to go home.
Home was not here. Not any longer. The young daughter of Melonii moseyed in a haunting, weaving trail through the woods. Southbound for the meadows she knew (hoped, if she was to be honest with herself) her remaining family still lingered in. RE: deciphered the clockwork - Maegi - October 28, 2019 She hated to go back here—but she must. Sakhmet still was nowhere to be seen, which means she could only be one place. . .right? She must have gone back into the familiar forest, the haunted paths she knew so well. Maegi prayed with each breath she would find her daughter here, and for once lately, her prayers were answered. Sakhmet!Maegi called to the ruddy shadow, limping toward her with breathless gasps. She thrust herself forward, hoping to take the girl into her embrace, to feel the warm, young pelt against her and know that she was safe. That she was here. Were you here all along, tala?she whispered, pulling back to stare desperately into Sakhmet's pale gaze. She continued to press her daughter for answers, even as they made their way back to the meadow. |