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After running into her mother, Lucy had found herself in a spiral of stubborn self-loathing. She had never been more relieved and upset to see a familiar face in her life. Finley had tried to coax her back home, to tell her that she had searched everywhere for her, but the shadow child did not believe the words that had fallen from her parent’s mouth.
How could they have looked for her and never found her? In all that time? How? The thoughts had swarmed through her mind like locusts and had consumed any rational thought she would have been able to compose. She could not help but to think of the months that had passed when she had heard nothing of her parents… she had thought that they didn’t want her. And for weeks she had tried to come up with a reason why they would let her go. The blackbird could only think that it was because of how different she was from Lagan and Liffey. The two of them were marvelously similar and had taken on a striking resemblance to their parents. Lucy was – quite literally – the black sheep. The thought of her physical differences made her heart ache and she wished she had turned into the beautiful slate of her siblings. They looked like their parent’s children; they looked like Blackthorns. But Lucy? She was a fleeting shadow in the night.
Hungry and tired, the inky girl moved gingerly toward the direction of the glen where she had spent the night with Rannoch. Some distant hope inside of her willed for the dark ghoul to come and take her away so that she could be with her friend once more. Their scents had long since faded from their hiding place, and she could not even smell the tart saltiness of the inky brute who had taken Rannoch. The ground was stiff with the frigid winds and the plant life seemed to have faded with the promise of winter. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she gazed toward the setting sun and a rippling chill fell over her small figure.
The kindness of strangers had fed her long enough, but Lucy knew that her frame was growing ragged and thin and it would not be long before she would find herself in a dark place. Again, that stubborn ticking in the back of her head was a reminder that she could not return home… at least not yet. The blackbird was still a child and so she did not realize the complexities of finding a lost pup. The ache that she felt was merely the pain of missing her loved ones.
As she gathered a few crunchy leaves and branches to compose a bed, the shadow thought of Eljay with a painful fondness. The spark of his apple green eyes was enough to bring tears to her own, and she burrowed herself into the leaves, peering out with shining blue orbs as night fell on the glen.
[/td][/tr][/table]How could they have looked for her and never found her? In all that time? How? The thoughts had swarmed through her mind like locusts and had consumed any rational thought she would have been able to compose. She could not help but to think of the months that had passed when she had heard nothing of her parents… she had thought that they didn’t want her. And for weeks she had tried to come up with a reason why they would let her go. The blackbird could only think that it was because of how different she was from Lagan and Liffey. The two of them were marvelously similar and had taken on a striking resemblance to their parents. Lucy was – quite literally – the black sheep. The thought of her physical differences made her heart ache and she wished she had turned into the beautiful slate of her siblings. They looked like their parent’s children; they looked like Blackthorns. But Lucy? She was a fleeting shadow in the night.
Hungry and tired, the inky girl moved gingerly toward the direction of the glen where she had spent the night with Rannoch. Some distant hope inside of her willed for the dark ghoul to come and take her away so that she could be with her friend once more. Their scents had long since faded from their hiding place, and she could not even smell the tart saltiness of the inky brute who had taken Rannoch. The ground was stiff with the frigid winds and the plant life seemed to have faded with the promise of winter. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she gazed toward the setting sun and a rippling chill fell over her small figure.
The kindness of strangers had fed her long enough, but Lucy knew that her frame was growing ragged and thin and it would not be long before she would find herself in a dark place. Again, that stubborn ticking in the back of her head was a reminder that she could not return home… at least not yet. The blackbird was still a child and so she did not realize the complexities of finding a lost pup. The ache that she felt was merely the pain of missing her loved ones.
As she gathered a few crunchy leaves and branches to compose a bed, the shadow thought of Eljay with a painful fondness. The spark of his apple green eyes was enough to bring tears to her own, and she burrowed herself into the leaves, peering out with shining blue orbs as night fell on the glen.
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