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Amidst the nervous bustling of their journey, Reverie found it difficult to carve out a time to take @Petal aside and speak to her. But somehow she managed it, enlisting @Dusty Rose's help in occupying the other two girls while she stepped away with her quiet daughter.She'd taken to wrapping her neck in the soft skin of a rabbit to hide the red horror of it as it healed. Reverie wore it now as she beckoned her daughter away with a soft chuff.
Maybe we'll find flowers,She suggested, scarcely masking her anxiety.
Maybe we'll bring some back for Dahlia and Fox.
A soft sigh followed the words. She glanced over her shoulder to be sure they were out of earshot of the others.
I know a lot has changed,Reverie murmured when she looked back to Petal.
And it's probably confusing. But if - if there's anything you want to know, I can tell you now. Now that we're safe.That they hadn't been safe before would perhaps be news to her daughter, but that had been Reverie's goal. She didn't want them to feel the fear she'd known through her whole life. But she wanted them to know that it could happen.
May 15, 2024, 11:19 AM
The fur on mother was new too.
When Petal looked at it, it was with admiration though. She did not know the beauty of it hid something grisly — if she had known that, maybe she would have figured out the world in that moment.
She only hummed softly at her mother's suggestion of bringing something back for her sisters. She imagined they were having more fun without her lazily napping around their energetic antics anyway. It would be the nice thing to do, though, and so she would do it happily.
"I know a lot has changed,"
She nodded, near idly as she shuffled her nose through some of the woodland flooring. Everything was changing every day. It was just the way of the world.
"Now that we're safe."
Her attention was drawn away from whatever shrubbery had captured her. That was not only new but news. Perhaps she had always been well balanced between napping or being delicately watched that the concept of not being safe had never crossed her mind. Petal didn't know real danger — not like her mother or any of the other adults.
When Petal looked at it, it was with admiration though. She did not know the beauty of it hid something grisly — if she had known that, maybe she would have figured out the world in that moment.
She only hummed softly at her mother's suggestion of bringing something back for her sisters. She imagined they were having more fun without her lazily napping around their energetic antics anyway. It would be the nice thing to do, though, and so she would do it happily.
"I know a lot has changed,"
She nodded, near idly as she shuffled her nose through some of the woodland flooring. Everything was changing every day. It was just the way of the world.
"Now that we're safe."
Her attention was drawn away from whatever shrubbery had captured her. That was not only new but news. Perhaps she had always been well balanced between napping or being delicately watched that the concept of not being safe had never crossed her mind. Petal didn't know real danger — not like her mother or any of the other adults.
...Safe? What from?
May 16, 2024, 01:48 PM
She drew in a soft breath, one paw going still mid-air as she paused in her stride. Reverie contemplated the foliage beneath her dangling paw for a moment, the delicate mix of moonworts and monkeyflowers interspersed with bright new grass, and eventually let her soft pink pads settle atop the flurry. She stared at the flowers crushed beneath her foot a heartbeat longer before she spoke.
Soon they'd gone far enough, and Reverie halted again, this time with intent. She turned to Petal with solemn eyes, and reached up with a paw to loosen the rabbit fur wrapped around her throat. Dusty Rose had helped her put it on, and she expected she would need help again — but this was important.
Too many things to name,Reverie sighed, eyes finding Petal now. She'd wanted to shield them longer than this, protect them as she had Blossom. But Blossom had been ill-equipped to face life by the time Reverie had been ready to let her stand on her own. It had to be different this time. Her daughters needed to be prepared.
It's not really safe anywhere,She admitted next, beckoning her daughter along as she started forward again. Her nose dipped in search of scents — and flowers!
But we're - safer if we stick together. Just us.
Soon they'd gone far enough, and Reverie halted again, this time with intent. She turned to Petal with solemn eyes, and reached up with a paw to loosen the rabbit fur wrapped around her throat. Dusty Rose had helped her put it on, and she expected she would need help again — but this was important.
This is why we left,She said softly, already bracing herself for her daughter's reaction.
This is what happens when - when we trust the wrong people.
May 18, 2024, 10:12 PM
Maybe she understood.
On a basic instinct level. She had never felt unsafe when tucked alongside her mother or her sisters. Her mother's new (the only one Petal knew, though) beau seemed like warmth too. Perhaps more fitted to her rambunctious sister's, but she found she liked that.
The farther they walked, the thicker the air became — the more solemn her thoughts grew.
Her mother's gaze looked it, too.
There was the moment where the world came into fractures. Splintered in her view by the marring of her mother's throat. Beauty had hid away the ugly things that had happened. Her mother — so kind, so warm — had hid whatever things did this.
This is what happens when - when we trust the wrong people.
A look of horror and sadness mingled on her face. Tragedy and pain. Any number of concoctions that were perhaps too terrible to be painted on a face so young. A lesson learned that would stain her heart forever.
There were no words for a girl who hardly spoke many anyway.
She only rushed, mindful of her mother's tender throat, to tuck herself along the safety of a golden chest.
On a basic instinct level. She had never felt unsafe when tucked alongside her mother or her sisters. Her mother's new (the only one Petal knew, though) beau seemed like warmth too. Perhaps more fitted to her rambunctious sister's, but she found she liked that.
The farther they walked, the thicker the air became — the more solemn her thoughts grew.
Her mother's gaze looked it, too.
There was the moment where the world came into fractures. Splintered in her view by the marring of her mother's throat. Beauty had hid away the ugly things that had happened. Her mother — so kind, so warm — had hid whatever things did this.
This is what happens when - when we trust the wrong people.
A look of horror and sadness mingled on her face. Tragedy and pain. Any number of concoctions that were perhaps too terrible to be painted on a face so young. A lesson learned that would stain her heart forever.
There were no words for a girl who hardly spoke many anyway.
She only rushed, mindful of her mother's tender throat, to tuck herself along the safety of a golden chest.
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