07-07-2021, 04:34 PM
Crisp morning air, and woods blanketed in the fog of dawn. It almost gave the young poet a sense of familiarity, despite the black hole that was her memory. It had been only a day since she became a woodweaver of Elkshire, not that she really knew what that meant, and she was still quite anxious about it. There were many rules she had yet to learn, but she was far too afraid to ask the queen herself. She’d been welcomed with open arms — though for what Calliope still wasn’t quite sure about. What use did a poet with few other skills, and fewer still memories, have to a pack like this?
Sleep was near impossible when you had an endless amount of room in your mind not taken up by memories of your past. Calliope found herself rising to watch the sunrise, trying to find something that would trigger a memory or some sense of belonging to somewhere. Nothing had come. Based on Queen Célnes’ familiarity with this, she was starting to realize that an empty mind was normal for many in these woods.. perhaps her memories were gone for a reason.
And so Calliope rested beneath a twisted oak tree, watching the river pass by with yellow eyes distant, lost deep within her mind. Fog swirled above the current. Her warm brown fur tousled by the cool early morning breeze. It was here she remained, at least until the summer sun reached higher in the sky and cast its intense heat upon the forest.
Sleep was near impossible when you had an endless amount of room in your mind not taken up by memories of your past. Calliope found herself rising to watch the sunrise, trying to find something that would trigger a memory or some sense of belonging to somewhere. Nothing had come. Based on Queen Célnes’ familiarity with this, she was starting to realize that an empty mind was normal for many in these woods.. perhaps her memories were gone for a reason.
And so Calliope rested beneath a twisted oak tree, watching the river pass by with yellow eyes distant, lost deep within her mind. Fog swirled above the current. Her warm brown fur tousled by the cool early morning breeze. It was here she remained, at least until the summer sun reached higher in the sky and cast its intense heat upon the forest.
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