10-31-2018, 11:26 PM
Dawn is panicking.
They were gathered like cattle and all instructed to make their way along the coast, towards a new land that has risen from the depths, and Dawn doesn’t know where Rhaegor is. Did he get the message? Is he okay? Is he going to meet them here or is he missing? She knows that there are bigger things to worry about—such as the plague spreading rapidly across Beqanna—but Sunny is her best friend, the one who has always been there for her no matter what. She cannot fathom a life without Sunny, without her mother—
Oh, Gods.
Her mother.
The golden girl can feel herself beginning to crumble, panic flooding her every nerve until she can feel it prickling across her skin like an electric current. No, wait, that’s the bear in her skin, under her skin, itching to claw its way out and roar to the heavens. She wants to dive beneath the icy water separating the Cove from Hyaline and emerge amid the rolling hills and mountains of the place she had only just begun to call home. She wants to find her mother but apparently it isn’t safe (and unbeknownst to her, her mother is already infected).
She stands with those assembled and listens to the Queens’ words, trembling and trying to control her shuddering skin. Changing here could be dangerous; they don’t know her like Sunny does. A third comes and speaks but she is too distracted, too scared to do anything but stare at the stranger, hardly even acknowledging her presence. She is not here to help. That’s all Dawn can tell. She cannot—she will not—she can even string two thoughts together.
She is young, she had never known danger or heartache or true devastation. She doesn’t know what her mother lived through; what her grandsire lived through; what her great-grandparents and their parents went through. They all lived in a world that was much more dangerous than the one Dawn was living in up until today, and Cress had protected her dear, sweet daughter from the ugliness of the world.
“I... want to stay where it’s safe,” she hears herself say, loudly enough to carry over the rest of those assembled. “But I don’t know where Sunny”—they don’t know him as Sunny, you dolt—“w-w-where Rhae is, and I want my friend to be safe.”
They were gathered like cattle and all instructed to make their way along the coast, towards a new land that has risen from the depths, and Dawn doesn’t know where Rhaegor is. Did he get the message? Is he okay? Is he going to meet them here or is he missing? She knows that there are bigger things to worry about—such as the plague spreading rapidly across Beqanna—but Sunny is her best friend, the one who has always been there for her no matter what. She cannot fathom a life without Sunny, without her mother—
Oh, Gods.
Her mother.
The golden girl can feel herself beginning to crumble, panic flooding her every nerve until she can feel it prickling across her skin like an electric current. No, wait, that’s the bear in her skin, under her skin, itching to claw its way out and roar to the heavens. She wants to dive beneath the icy water separating the Cove from Hyaline and emerge amid the rolling hills and mountains of the place she had only just begun to call home. She wants to find her mother but apparently it isn’t safe (and unbeknownst to her, her mother is already infected).
She stands with those assembled and listens to the Queens’ words, trembling and trying to control her shuddering skin. Changing here could be dangerous; they don’t know her like Sunny does. A third comes and speaks but she is too distracted, too scared to do anything but stare at the stranger, hardly even acknowledging her presence. She is not here to help. That’s all Dawn can tell. She cannot—she will not—she can even string two thoughts together.
She is young, she had never known danger or heartache or true devastation. She doesn’t know what her mother lived through; what her grandsire lived through; what her great-grandparents and their parents went through. They all lived in a world that was much more dangerous than the one Dawn was living in up until today, and Cress had protected her dear, sweet daughter from the ugliness of the world.
“I... want to stay where it’s safe,” she hears herself say, loudly enough to carry over the rest of those assembled. “But I don’t know where Sunny”—they don’t know him as Sunny, you dolt—“w-w-where Rhae is, and I want my friend to be safe.”