Wild Berry Meadow petals

tiny work post for @Jasmine whenever you get her back on board

The fire man had left moonpack. Something drew his wandering feet and he'd wanted to find Winter Song. Was he cursed? After all — it was the second mate he'd had that had simply disappeared. 

Where were they? Was Winter alive? 

A-and what of Wind Flower, his first love? His heart still yearned for her, but her scent had long since grew cold. 

He had to find them, simply had to! 

So, with a sad in his heart and a voice that could barely make out syllables, he tried. 

Fallen Sun threw back his head and took a deep breath, billowing out a call. Where'd you go?

She heard him; she saw. Soft evergreen rimmed with golden light.

His voice carried from far away - far enough she could leave now without him knowing. Near enough to strip comfort away. Near enough he could find her. 

She was not afraid of him; she simply hated herself.

Where'd you go?

She given him her all and then tore herself away, once she had been satisfied -

Once she'd realized the consequence -

Just like your mother.

Or the picture she had of her. Eyes that couldn't love her. Heart that couldn't hold anyone anymore.

She had to leave. He wouldn't understand. Had to leave, before the came, and she ended up the same. Petals wilted, six feet deep, earth weighing down the wind that carried her.

Where had she gone?

Had he held on?

It was meant for someone else. She had been fleeting, a faerie fleeing, placing changeling where they could not ruin her. She'd brought her body back. Bought her life.

It was better. For the better. 

She did not sing back.

But she did not leave, either.

Another howl up to the sky, a desperate call. Wind Flower. The woman's name — as much as he had developed song for — tossed into the sky. 

And then from the corner of his eye, he thought he saw her. 

He'd recognize those colors anywhere. And he let out a wuff of a Whind Flowher? 

A furious sniff. 

Whind Flowah! 

And off the happy man raced to her, tail a sunset blur.

Her.

He was calling for her. 

The miles and hours hadn't pulled her from his head. Had he thought of her, as she'd thought of him?

She hadn't forgotten. How could she forget? Even when the signs of their tryst had long left her. Even after she'd washed herself clean by the distance she'd placed between her heart and the memories of him. 

She hadn't been ready. 

She should have stayed, anyways. 

And he found her, now. 

He was a blur of sunshine, a wildfire bent on engulfing her. She wilted in his whirlwind. Expecting teeth, or repercussion. Deep sorrow. The sting of angry tears.

All that met her was the warmth she'd found on the night she'd chosen to leave him.

Pregnant, and scared. 

It would have been easier if he'd met her like she'd would have met him, if he'd done to her what she'd done to him. 

Jasmine backed up, away from his flurry.

She didn't deserve this. 

What are you -

Her lip curled in frustration and defense. It would have been easier!

Stop it! Why are you happy!

Didn't deserve him.