08-22-2018, 12:07 PM
She had returned despite herself. Here to the place she'd tried to make a home, where water met reeds and little frogs sang at night. The overgrown willow bower was where she had left it, in a hollow by the riverside. A few stray pink feathers clung to the ragged fragments of grasses and twigs she had gathered into a makeshift nest. It was evidence of the place she had borne her sons. Their sons.
It had been difficult coming back. Almost impossible, if she was being honest. The memories tied here were bittersweet, laced with fear that the Elsewhere would beckon again, and this time it wouldn't spit her out. The journey alone had been exhaustive, her wings still not ready for the task of flight. She had made her way on foot instead, waiting until the tide released the sand between Ischia and the main land. Once here though it had been made worth while. Late afternoon sunlight granted the serene view a richness. It glowed through the yellowing willow leaves, turning each one into a burning golden ember. It was a warm day for autumn, but the breeze carried its own promises.
That of cold, ice and snow. Winter would be here before anyone was ready for it. Her own coat had grown thicker in preparation of the coming season, almost white at this length. It did little to hide the pink lattice of scars now decorating her face, though the ones down her neck and shoulders were less visible. Avoiding still water had become an art as she adjusted to her new appearance. Here in her bower, it felt different. Time had worn on the place. It only made sense that it would wear on her as well. Her boys were growing bigger everyday, and she couldn't help but admire them. Raul had shown a steadiness that was unexpected, and an innate protective nature that she could agonist guarantee was the reason hiss brother was still alive.
Santana was as different from his brother as the moon from the sun, and he had grown into her shadow since her return. As much as his dreamy personality allowed for. He was coming into his own, even if he didn't know it yet. The trickles of smoke and clouds of sparks tattled on him as much as anything could. And she had no idea how to help. He had powers that she couldn't advise, could hardly comprehend. Ivar helped with what he could, but ultimately... "I wish you were here." The thought escaped in a whispered breath.
@[Castile] more accessible?
It had been difficult coming back. Almost impossible, if she was being honest. The memories tied here were bittersweet, laced with fear that the Elsewhere would beckon again, and this time it wouldn't spit her out. The journey alone had been exhaustive, her wings still not ready for the task of flight. She had made her way on foot instead, waiting until the tide released the sand between Ischia and the main land. Once here though it had been made worth while. Late afternoon sunlight granted the serene view a richness. It glowed through the yellowing willow leaves, turning each one into a burning golden ember. It was a warm day for autumn, but the breeze carried its own promises.
That of cold, ice and snow. Winter would be here before anyone was ready for it. Her own coat had grown thicker in preparation of the coming season, almost white at this length. It did little to hide the pink lattice of scars now decorating her face, though the ones down her neck and shoulders were less visible. Avoiding still water had become an art as she adjusted to her new appearance. Here in her bower, it felt different. Time had worn on the place. It only made sense that it would wear on her as well. Her boys were growing bigger everyday, and she couldn't help but admire them. Raul had shown a steadiness that was unexpected, and an innate protective nature that she could agonist guarantee was the reason hiss brother was still alive.
Santana was as different from his brother as the moon from the sun, and he had grown into her shadow since her return. As much as his dreamy personality allowed for. He was coming into his own, even if he didn't know it yet. The trickles of smoke and clouds of sparks tattled on him as much as anything could. And she had no idea how to help. He had powers that she couldn't advise, could hardly comprehend. Ivar helped with what he could, but ultimately... "I wish you were here." The thought escaped in a whispered breath.
@[Castile] more accessible?