10-20-2021, 12:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-29-2021, 09:56 PM by Riannon. Edited 1 time in total.)
for @Tiberius before i forget again ♡
[narrow width=800]she walks these snows and often finds herself ( again ) at the falls as by trance, staring at the half-frozen, furrowing, ever-folding rushes like staring the ferryman in the eye; like if she lingers too long she'd fear she'd have already followed him down. ...but she's never met him, then. not really. and even though for a rare moment the quiet here is uncomfortable and her moon jaw winds up into an uneasy crescent, the nightingale knows that discomfort can be good, and so she moves further into the secluded little hollow.
hvitske itself had become myriad thing to her; mystery and miracle, where all at once the little helcaraxë had sprouted up from his sleep and into her very arms ...only to simply vanish from her searching self altogether. perhaps it is why she regards these falls as some unsure omen; and while her few children may have returned, made her smile again, the evanescence of the gray child was something that has persisted like a deep bruise on her skin, spun from a heart so delicately refashioned and then shattered all over again before her next breath.
so much time she had spent like this: terribly alone with these unraveling thoughts, with only half of what she wanted, ached for and yet she thinks none of it might never be enough. would everything be enough, so that she would not lose it in some almighty's coin-flip once more? the sotaherra did not know, isn't entirely sure she wishes to know.
she could use a drink, though.[/narrow]
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