Run, she did, across the dance of plains
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Ooc — Quarters
Away
Ah.
She had wandered too far.
She stared now into the grave of a glacier gone. A flow of ice, slinking back into mountain and earth.
Carefully, she placed a paw upon the chaos of dirt and stone, a familiar greeting to her senses. So many memories, stuffed and churned in a land not called home. The wind rustled through the evergreens that dared to inch close to the moraine.
No, no, no, not home. This was not the Windbound Expanse she knew.
But still -
A hollow light of the past came over her eyes. A ritual, one that would never end.
“Child of Windbound …
Set now upon setting breeze
So you may find what we could not.
We give you name of not-blessing.
Leave, and never return to this place of desolation.
Carry our kind to all corners of the realm -
But dare not to forget what wisp of breeze you rose from.
Turn away, child -
Never Windbound again. Always Windbound forever.
Away, away, away, we wish you to find rest…
…in the name of the place called the Other Shore.”
The moraine, though not the one she knew and loved back home, still echoed with the distant words of the rite of farewell.
Other Shore turned and ran. She held the words close to heart, then tried to flee from them. She wanted to be free, free, free, and the Windbound Expanse had given her that freedom - but also tied her back to a place dead and gone. Questions, many of them, marked her youthful mind. Answers, none of them, came to meet her.
She bolted. To the ends of the world, to the past, to the future, to the place called the Other Shore.
She had wandered too far.
She stared now into the grave of a glacier gone. A flow of ice, slinking back into mountain and earth.
Carefully, she placed a paw upon the chaos of dirt and stone, a familiar greeting to her senses. So many memories, stuffed and churned in a land not called home. The wind rustled through the evergreens that dared to inch close to the moraine.
No, no, no, not home. This was not the Windbound Expanse she knew.
But still -
A hollow light of the past came over her eyes. A ritual, one that would never end.
“Child of Windbound …
Set now upon setting breeze
So you may find what we could not.
We give you name of not-blessing.
Leave, and never return to this place of desolation.
Carry our kind to all corners of the realm -
But dare not to forget what wisp of breeze you rose from.
Turn away, child -
Never Windbound again. Always Windbound forever.
Away, away, away, we wish you to find rest…
…in the name of the place called the Other Shore.”
The moraine, though not the one she knew and loved back home, still echoed with the distant words of the rite of farewell.
Other Shore turned and ran. She held the words close to heart, then tried to flee from them. She wanted to be free, free, free, and the Windbound Expanse had given her that freedom - but also tied her back to a place dead and gone. Questions, many of them, marked her youthful mind. Answers, none of them, came to meet her.
She bolted. To the ends of the world, to the past, to the future, to the place called the Other Shore.
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