A smile is plastered across her lips every time her eyes stray to his. Dovev, she almost says, as butterflies flutter in her stomach. He was – is – her son and yet there has been something greater festering in her heart. When she is with him nothing else seems to matter. How wrong they are (but they feel so right) and their star-crossed predicament.
When she sees him she wants to see the boy that she adopted (but it was he that adopted her), but as time coarsens his face and darkens his eyes Cerva’s vantage changes. There is something brewing, something clouding her, perhaps, better judgment. There have been many days in which she has tried to suppress it, but it always surfaces again and laps at her conscious like the waves of the ocean.
Just as his name reaches the tip of her tongue there is a change in the wind as it lifts her mane and forelock. Her nutmeg eyes search Dovev’s curiously, but it’s as though he has paused mid-breath. Everything stops except her. While she draws in another lungful of air Dovev remains motionless. She reaches forward and touches him, but there is no reaction, no smile, no melting into her side. There is nothing. ”Dovev,” she finally whispers, her voice shaken and confused, her gaze shifting into worry. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even flinch, and she presses harder into him while repeating his name. The silence is eternal, her heart trembling underneath his hollow stare.
But the wind still rustles her, even if the trees don’t move around her. The frigid cold claws into her skin. Cerva tears her gaze from Dovev to see the meadow as it rolls and shifts from the stained colors of Autumn to the graying and withering of winter. Suddenly everyone – everything – is a blur and she is the one trapped in time until it once again freezes with the temperature. Snow tumbles from overhanging clouds and chills her to the bone. Her obsidian locks pepper with white as her feet stay rooted to the meadow’s browned grass. She doesn’t want to leave him, but she sees how the world is shifting, how the snow swirls and originates from one direction before settling across her and her home.
The warmth of his body is still there and it cradles her one last time before she follows the snow and clouds. The trail is long and arduous, but she trapezes the obstacles until a cave faces her. It’s warmer here. When she looks back over her shoulder Cerva sees the blustering wintry winds, but then what lies ahead is the fiery colors of fall. It engulfs her and melts away the snow that has frozen into her locks. From within she hears a scream, a noise that she could never turn away from. Her heart leaps and her pulse quickens. Without much longer than a heartbeat Cerva lurches into the cavern until she’s faced with the three newest openings. She tries hard to listens for another scream, but silence pursues her arrival.
Afraid, but hopeful to find the source, Cerva takes the leftmost cave with her eyes wide and her ears attentively swiveling.
Cerva
Here goes nothing. Haven't read others and I'm currently watching Sausage Party, thus the reason this sucks xD
New trait for Cerva, please
