09-06-2017, 05:08 PM
Some time had passed since Amet had found her waterlogged and broken body on the bank of the lake. His kindness had been overwhelming and while what she had gone through in the Underneath remained close to her heart (harbored and secret), she felt awful keeping it from him. It was too raw, too soon. Besides, even with the physical proof all over her flesh, she does not want him to think her strange or infected… Mad. It’s odd how important his opinion of her is. She had never cared before. Then again a lot of things were different now. She had never been discovered so weak, had never been so fragile.
Her body was slowly healing, the open wounds slowly beginning to knit skin back together. It was hard going as she had no magic to assist her. Sometimes on clear starry nights, her wounds seemed less painful. Her dreams were much more vivid, of history she had long forgotten. Of things only the stars could see.
Dusk was slowly falling over the peaceful lake. The winter twilight seems more crystalline with the snow, more peaceful. The smokey mare had wandered for so long, it was nice to finally reside in such a peaceful place. She tells herself that as soon as she is healed and feeling better, she will get out of Amet’s hair. He has done so much already, letting her stay. There is no way she will become a burden for him. Her dark face is turned to the highlighted sky, the swirling pinks and purples reflected in the swirling silver of her eyes. Not a hint of clouds threatening to disturb her star gazing tonight.
Her body was slowly healing, the open wounds slowly beginning to knit skin back together. It was hard going as she had no magic to assist her. Sometimes on clear starry nights, her wounds seemed less painful. Her dreams were much more vivid, of history she had long forgotten. Of things only the stars could see.
Dusk was slowly falling over the peaceful lake. The winter twilight seems more crystalline with the snow, more peaceful. The smokey mare had wandered for so long, it was nice to finally reside in such a peaceful place. She tells herself that as soon as she is healed and feeling better, she will get out of Amet’s hair. He has done so much already, letting her stay. There is no way she will become a burden for him. Her dark face is turned to the highlighted sky, the swirling pinks and purples reflected in the swirling silver of her eyes. Not a hint of clouds threatening to disturb her star gazing tonight.
Ciri