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for once, we are fine - Hemera - September 24, 2023
exploring the sisters’ background!
More to come soon, stay tuned <3
all welcome!
More to come soon, stay tuned <3
all welcome!
A simple yet complicated existence she lived now after The Fall. So much time passed, days, maybe months, she was unsure. The sand woman padded along the meadow, her paws never fully touching the ground. Dark amethyst gaze glowed under the autumn sun, studying, searching her surroundings. Such a simple life she led now, resting, feasting, searching, repeat, so unworthy of herself.
After months of not showing any signs of returning, the case of the lost princess came to a silent close, conclusion being she perished in one of her clumsy adventures. That was her way of life; adventures, running away, disobeying orders. Malena could never be chained, not even by their parents. A shame, really, they knew far too well she was not made for ruling, she was not faithful, she did not pray. A few nights before her disappearance, Hemera’s prayer was disturbed by her realization that she no longer felt close to the Heavens, yet she still adored the stars. The lady remained speechless, but welcomed her regardless, if not their parents, then let her be the one that opens her arms to the unknown.
Her statement still makes her shiver to this day. Hemera prays almost every night, sometimes during the day as well, or whenever she feels the need to thank the Heavens, seek advice, and more. The lady narrowed her eyes, stopping abruptly and laying her fairy body on a cold bed of leaves. Not long ago she feasted on a tiny bunny, a snack for some and a full meal for her and felt the need to pray for her kill. And so, she closed her eyes, breathing in slowly, meditating, her body standing still as a statue, emotionless as a cold stone under the summer sun.
RE: for once, we are fine - Nore - September 30, 2023
It was a broad land, a lonely land. Why her siblings had ever left home to strike their bounties here was still beyond her; yet here she was, doing the same. Was she in any place to judge?
Yes, resounding yes! For if they hadn't left, then the thought to leave would never have crossed her mind, and she loathed and loved them that it had. Loathed, because she blamed them for the many days her belly went hungry and the many nights she spent sleeping alone. Loved, because there was something out here that made her nerves quiver with equal fear and giddiness.
That newness, that wonder, that sense that maybe, finally, she knew what it meant to be alive.
Her delicate steps crunched the leaves beneath her toes and having filled herself with berries, she availed herself to a playful bound through the meadow, silent laughter curling her lips into a restrained smile already breaking into something grander than it had been in days.
Here, with the crunch of detritus underpaw, she loved her siblings for what they'd done to her.
Unaware yet of her company nearby.
RE: for once, we are fine - Hemera - October 02, 2023
Praying was an important aspect of her life, her parents life, her packs life. The sand statue wagged her tail tip slightly, the rustling of the leaves went completely ignored by her. As time went by, she learned to ignore outside sounds when she prayed, blocking them out like a shield. It was definitely not a good strategy, especially now when she was no longer under Evenfallian protection. Still, Hemera was unaware she was no longer alone in the clearing, her eyes still closed.
"Zhank you, Lord of Light, for giving me this meal," she began, quietly, the rustling of the leaves intensifying with every word, "For casting your divine Light upon me," the lady rose her voice (not so ladylike), opening her eyes to a shadow standing not so far away from her. Who dared to interrupt her prayer?
A small, fairy shadow; a female she presumed from the smell, delicate, her blue gaze casting a certain aura of purity. Her dark fur shone brightly under the autumnal sun, not a single strand sticking out of her mane. The light woman stood up, approaching slightly while still keeping a safe distance, fairy body sliding across the leaves, "I see an Ocean of Light in your eyes," Her eyes reminded her of someone, a Saint perhaps, someone she knew long ago, she was not sure. Hemera glanced at the other woman slightly younger than her, tilting her head to the side, never taking her eyes off of the shadow.