The Sunspire Off to the unknown
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Life is like a piece of knit-wear, you create with a certain pattern and colours in mind, but it always turns out way different than you had imagined it to be. There are mistakes, the thread gets tangled, the colours end abruptly and a mismatching thread continues. You want to create something perfect and beautiful, but in the end it is not. Then here and there little sparks of beauty happen quite unexpectedly.  

Wraen could not remember, when had been the last time she had returned to the Sunspire, when the pack had disbanded. With Rannoch, Liffey and Terance going one way, Olive and Seabreeze with their kids going the other and Maia following Wraen's footsteps loyally into very unpredictable and unknown future. Somehow the ending of, what had begun with so much hope and enthusiasm, was casting long shadows over all of the good that had happened here. 

Yet, as she walked the old paths of her former home only the good moments came to her mind. Or, if a bad one sneaked in, there was a good one to level it out. If she closed her eyes and put all her effort, she could see, how the landscape before changed, she could make out faces and hear fragments of distant conversations.

There was Terance - a young, brave man, a knight, who had fallen in love quickly and irrevocably to a girl with eyes in the colour of the seas. His pride and happiness of his firstborns. There was Rannoch and Liffey - as a young couple, devoted to one another. He would follow her to the world's end. There was Ibis and Okeanos playing with each other. Then it was her and Ibis having their first serious conversation. The girl singing and an old nursery rhyme coming to Wraen's mind about a wise owl. 

She thought about the day she had found Maia in the valley and, how the two sisters had become fast friends, very close to one another until the death did them apart. Here they were both still young, swapping stories, jokes and teasing one another. There was Olive, embracing the motherhood with such an ease. It had been a home. A happy one. Even if it had lasted for a short while.

Now - shrouded in fog, cold and empty, lonely even - the only thing that was warming it, was Wraen's memories of time long past. 
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Off to the unknown - by Wraen - November 16, 2023, 03:36 PM
RE: Off to the unknown - by Void - November 20, 2023, 08:04 PM
RE: Off to the unknown - by Wraen - November 21, 2023, 04:26 PM