09-10-2020, 07:12 PM
The half smile and clouded eyes pulls at Lethy’s heart. It pulled her back to days when she herself had been “happy enough”, to a time where she was just “making it”. Her amethyst eyes are focused on the Appaloosa mare, thick with understanding. She nods and gives a low hum at Eurwens explanation of the mountain. She could empathize with the rose gold girl, she thinks of her as a girl not because she is young and naive, but because it had seemed forever ago since Lethy had felt just as lost as her.
She listens intently to the unspoken pieces, the questions and confusion. She watched with peaceful eyes at the stillness of the situation, the uneasiness of her eyes. ”It is always hard to live with and accept those unanswered questions and feelings we so desperately deserve.” she said in quiet tones. ”Walk with me?” She had always found that walking through her home, the aging trees, and the new that settled beneath its protective cover always eased her mind and helped her process things better. When I went to the mountain the fairies asked me to talk to others who had had gifts bestowed upon them. Some of those gifts had changed them, I was given the task to search those changes out or lack of. It seemed like an impossible task, who would willingly admit that their treasured gifts had changed them into something they didn’t like? That was the true purpose, I think, for the fairies asking such thing of me.” she but her lip and glanced towards the winter sun that broke through with such apathetic energy.
”It isn’t just the gifts of this place that change people. We have just as much control over the changes of people as we do the changes of life, but we have to learn to live with them regardless... everyone does.” She ends almost with a whisper, her thoughts drifting to those days of change and of struggle before Beqanna, the days of her arrival, her attempt to leave it all behind in the river, and with out any warning the months proceeding Aten’s abandonment along with her son. But if @[Eurwen] were to ask her she would not so much talk about the struggles of those days but the years that followed when she learned to live with where life had left her and how she continues on every day, against all odds, when she should of been gone long ago.
She listens intently to the unspoken pieces, the questions and confusion. She watched with peaceful eyes at the stillness of the situation, the uneasiness of her eyes. ”It is always hard to live with and accept those unanswered questions and feelings we so desperately deserve.” she said in quiet tones. ”Walk with me?” She had always found that walking through her home, the aging trees, and the new that settled beneath its protective cover always eased her mind and helped her process things better. When I went to the mountain the fairies asked me to talk to others who had had gifts bestowed upon them. Some of those gifts had changed them, I was given the task to search those changes out or lack of. It seemed like an impossible task, who would willingly admit that their treasured gifts had changed them into something they didn’t like? That was the true purpose, I think, for the fairies asking such thing of me.” she but her lip and glanced towards the winter sun that broke through with such apathetic energy.
”It isn’t just the gifts of this place that change people. We have just as much control over the changes of people as we do the changes of life, but we have to learn to live with them regardless... everyone does.” She ends almost with a whisper, her thoughts drifting to those days of change and of struggle before Beqanna, the days of her arrival, her attempt to leave it all behind in the river, and with out any warning the months proceeding Aten’s abandonment along with her son. But if @[Eurwen] were to ask her she would not so much talk about the struggles of those days but the years that followed when she learned to live with where life had left her and how she continues on every day, against all odds, when she should of been gone long ago.
forget me not; but never remember
Lethy
