10-23-2019, 01:50 PM
It was nights like this, when she pulled her children a little closer, that the tears spilled down her cheeks quietly as she tried to hide the quiver in her chest. She kisses the tops of their heads softly so that she would not disturb them. Her youngest, Kalil, soft and golden like his father. Her newest, Orion, silver against the night's dark blanket. Her firstborn son, Owin, whose blue tipped ears never let her forget her first love, and then was her oldest, Popinjay, the bravest of them all. No, not her oldest how could she forget that there was one other lost before birth.
Lethy pushed her eyes together as she inhaled slowly, she was the reason for nights like this. Nights where sorrow kept her awake and unable to find comfort in those who were still here beside her. She blamed herself, though only Raed knew that. Raed, who was not here. Raed, who had not returned since the birth of their son, after losing their daughter, her first true loss.
She had been beautiful, their daughter, cloaked much like Owin in browns and blues. Lethy shifted gently against her children, maneuvering herself up and away from their den.
She made her way to a small clearing tucked effortlessly in the giant redwoods, not far from where she and the children bedded at night. It had been a deciding factor for Lethy. She had always needed somewhere to clear her head. Tonight she stood quietly with her body softly outlined by the white glow of her little galaxy. She tipped her face to the stars in the sky and watched patiently with tear-stained cheeks. As she stared, the edges of the stars began to blur and a soft call came to her in sweet melodies, a child’s voice. Her eldest daughter’s soft, baby face floated to the front of her face. She watched as her blue and gold daughter danced and laughed among a field of blue flowers. The vision stayed just long enough to pull at the corners of Lethy’s mouth, tears running freely down her face now. She knew what she had to do.
Leaving the young children in the capable hands of her eldest two she crept away in the middle of the night. She knew Aten was nearby and she had no need to worry, she didn’t have time to worry. She needed to get to the edge of the river where it met the forest’s thick trees. Once she arrived there she wandered softly, following the river’s current, until she found the place she refused to ever visit again. The place where her daughter had left her forever. The place she would forever be broken. As she moved closer, her eyes widened and she found herself at a loss for words. Where her daughter’s body once laid, years ago, next to the river was now a small garden of forget me knots. Lethy’s body moved of its own accord as her mind was lost in all her emotions. She plucked a single purple and blue flower from its place. Her lips softly kissed the garden as if it was the soft blue forelock of her daughter before turning and moving towards the next place she knew she needed to be.
By the time she made it to the beach the tears that stained her face had dried and left her feeling tired and empty. By the time she stopped, hooves sinking delicately into the black, iridescent sands, she was physically exhausted. It felt as if she was a stringed puppet being pulled forward by her grief and lost love. A single string tightened, pulling her face up towards the near distant. Her amethyst eyes darkened by the beaches shadows glistened beneath the pale, ghostly white of the being that called her here. An angle? A spirit? Her daughter? She moved forward. Laying the brilliant blue and purple token below the shimmering rip. The air buzzed with energy as she dipped her head close to it. Her surroundings seemed to collide together, shimmering in and out of each other. It was peaceful and chaotic all at once the closer she got.
Lethy pushed her eyes together as she inhaled slowly, she was the reason for nights like this. Nights where sorrow kept her awake and unable to find comfort in those who were still here beside her. She blamed herself, though only Raed knew that. Raed, who was not here. Raed, who had not returned since the birth of their son, after losing their daughter, her first true loss.
She had been beautiful, their daughter, cloaked much like Owin in browns and blues. Lethy shifted gently against her children, maneuvering herself up and away from their den.
She made her way to a small clearing tucked effortlessly in the giant redwoods, not far from where she and the children bedded at night. It had been a deciding factor for Lethy. She had always needed somewhere to clear her head. Tonight she stood quietly with her body softly outlined by the white glow of her little galaxy. She tipped her face to the stars in the sky and watched patiently with tear-stained cheeks. As she stared, the edges of the stars began to blur and a soft call came to her in sweet melodies, a child’s voice. Her eldest daughter’s soft, baby face floated to the front of her face. She watched as her blue and gold daughter danced and laughed among a field of blue flowers. The vision stayed just long enough to pull at the corners of Lethy’s mouth, tears running freely down her face now. She knew what she had to do.
Leaving the young children in the capable hands of her eldest two she crept away in the middle of the night. She knew Aten was nearby and she had no need to worry, she didn’t have time to worry. She needed to get to the edge of the river where it met the forest’s thick trees. Once she arrived there she wandered softly, following the river’s current, until she found the place she refused to ever visit again. The place where her daughter had left her forever. The place she would forever be broken. As she moved closer, her eyes widened and she found herself at a loss for words. Where her daughter’s body once laid, years ago, next to the river was now a small garden of forget me knots. Lethy’s body moved of its own accord as her mind was lost in all her emotions. She plucked a single purple and blue flower from its place. Her lips softly kissed the garden as if it was the soft blue forelock of her daughter before turning and moving towards the next place she knew she needed to be.
By the time she made it to the beach the tears that stained her face had dried and left her feeling tired and empty. By the time she stopped, hooves sinking delicately into the black, iridescent sands, she was physically exhausted. It felt as if she was a stringed puppet being pulled forward by her grief and lost love. A single string tightened, pulling her face up towards the near distant. Her amethyst eyes darkened by the beaches shadows glistened beneath the pale, ghostly white of the being that called her here. An angle? A spirit? Her daughter? She moved forward. Laying the brilliant blue and purple token below the shimmering rip. The air buzzed with energy as she dipped her head close to it. Her surroundings seemed to collide together, shimmering in and out of each other. It was peaceful and chaotic all at once the closer she got.
