October 17, 2016, 08:09 PM
Larkspur.
Larkspur.
Larkspur.
Larkspur.
Harlyn awoke to find herself staring into her golden daughter's face. She blinked once, twice, gazing at eyes that were closed. Eyes that had been closed for days. Her emotions clenched tightly around her heart, but it was not a new grip. The claws had gripped her since the moment she saw her daughter crumpled upon the floor at the base of the foothills of Raven's Watch. They had never relaxed their grip, nor did Harlyn anticipate that they would. Not until her little girl opened those eyes and the heartbroken mother saw blue skies again.
It felt like years since she had last left the back corner of the Keep where she had laid her daughter. The druid strode forth like a zombie, stiff-legged and almost stumbling as she moved into the territory. She had no idea what drove her. She had yet to consider that her own life needed to go on even when Larkspur's was at a standstill. It must have been pure instinct that drove her. Or, she was acting as a puppet of the gods that she had once so fully, completely believed in. But they were dead to her, and she rejected the idea of being compelled by them so thoroughly that she would have rather died right then and there than have done anything theyactually willed of her.
Nevertheless, whatever drove her be it divine or natural, Harlyn found herself near the den of the only other mother she knew of within the confines of the Keep. She knew Amara to be hateful of her lot in life, and the druid had only ever looked on her with pity for that fact. At that moment, as her legs dragged her inexplicably towards the other woman's den, she felt nothing whatsoever. Only a dead weight in her chest held her down where her heart was supposed to be. Or maybe it was there still - she didn't think to wonder.
"What are you up to?" a voice echoed in her ears as she stopped, her eyes settled bleerily upon the young pup dancing excitedly through the forest. It took her a moment to realize that the voice was her own, saying the words aloud. Harlyn shut her eyes and shook her head, for the first time in days trying to regain her grip on the world around her. She didn't know why. She didn't care why. She wanted only to know what this little girl was doing that was making her so interested in the life that surrounded her.
Larkspur.
Larkspur.
Larkspur.
Harlyn awoke to find herself staring into her golden daughter's face. She blinked once, twice, gazing at eyes that were closed. Eyes that had been closed for days. Her emotions clenched tightly around her heart, but it was not a new grip. The claws had gripped her since the moment she saw her daughter crumpled upon the floor at the base of the foothills of Raven's Watch. They had never relaxed their grip, nor did Harlyn anticipate that they would. Not until her little girl opened those eyes and the heartbroken mother saw blue skies again.
It felt like years since she had last left the back corner of the Keep where she had laid her daughter. The druid strode forth like a zombie, stiff-legged and almost stumbling as she moved into the territory. She had no idea what drove her. She had yet to consider that her own life needed to go on even when Larkspur's was at a standstill. It must have been pure instinct that drove her. Or, she was acting as a puppet of the gods that she had once so fully, completely believed in. But they were dead to her, and she rejected the idea of being compelled by them so thoroughly that she would have rather died right then and there than have done anything theyactually willed of her.
Nevertheless, whatever drove her be it divine or natural, Harlyn found herself near the den of the only other mother she knew of within the confines of the Keep. She knew Amara to be hateful of her lot in life, and the druid had only ever looked on her with pity for that fact. At that moment, as her legs dragged her inexplicably towards the other woman's den, she felt nothing whatsoever. Only a dead weight in her chest held her down where her heart was supposed to be. Or maybe it was there still - she didn't think to wonder.
"What are you up to?" a voice echoed in her ears as she stopped, her eyes settled bleerily upon the young pup dancing excitedly through the forest. It took her a moment to realize that the voice was her own, saying the words aloud. Harlyn shut her eyes and shook her head, for the first time in days trying to regain her grip on the world around her. She didn't know why. She didn't care why. She wanted only to know what this little girl was doing that was making her so interested in the life that surrounded her.
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Our faces blue - by Prialux - October 17, 2016, 06:41 PM
RE: Our faces blue - by Harlyn - October 17, 2016, 08:09 PM
RE: Our faces blue - by Prialux - October 23, 2016, 02:19 PM
RE: Our faces blue - by Harlyn - October 27, 2016, 06:49 PM
RE: Our faces blue - by Prialux - November 06, 2016, 08:06 AM