02-28-2022, 01:02 PM
For the first time, Cheri thinks she might understand what her father had meant about walking with “ghosts”. Taiga’s scenery was nearly enough to elicit daydreams or nightmares about wisps and wights floating around, since the woodland acres were nearly constantly covered in either fog or darkness. But the spirits Yanhua often mentioned to his brood of younglings (Cheri’s half brothers and sisters, and the many cousins who joined them during lessons) were not of the physical kind. They were memories, forgotten by time and left to disperse among the misty silvergreens until new ones were made.
Those spirits of Cheri’s past would’ve been laid to rest forever, had the young mage not returned home. And she had never intended to - not really. A visit here or there was usually enough, but her duties and dreams always seemed to take precedence. The redwoods would always be here, she remembered telling herself. Her family would always be here.
How stupid and naive she’d been.
Now she’s left to recall those brighter days and darkest of nights, picking them up like the wetness clinging to her soft pelt as she and Obscene made their way deeper into the heart of the - no, *their* territory. She kept having to remind herself that they were here to assume power, though any second she expected to see Memorie or sweet, strong Reynard appear from the shadows to welcome her back.
They never did.
Now and then she turned her cheek, catching Obscene’s eye as it idly swapped expressions. When the pair could not avoid one another’s gaze, Cheri would smile warmly, boldly, to encourage the behavior and ensure that there was no lingering regret over her and Ob’s time by the River. In fact, she would’ve readily stayed there had he asked - but the Fae Prince hadn’t. They had business to attend to, and no doubt a waiting emissary who didn’t like to keep her striped legs idle for long.
“Speak of the Devil.” Cheri couldn’t help but to laugh at Aela’s showing up on cue, amused at the blue-eyed beauty.
This was it, then. No sense in delaying the inevitable with small talk.
“Have you spoken to Reave?” She wanted to know, curious if the trouble-starter had time or not to seek out the new King of the North. Part of her wanted to mention Nashua as well, but on that matter the black-and-green pegasus remained quiet.
“Not that I think he’ll have any objections, but I’d rather us start out on the right hoof.”
@Obscene @Aela better late than never lol
Those spirits of Cheri’s past would’ve been laid to rest forever, had the young mage not returned home. And she had never intended to - not really. A visit here or there was usually enough, but her duties and dreams always seemed to take precedence. The redwoods would always be here, she remembered telling herself. Her family would always be here.
How stupid and naive she’d been.
Now she’s left to recall those brighter days and darkest of nights, picking them up like the wetness clinging to her soft pelt as she and Obscene made their way deeper into the heart of the - no, *their* territory. She kept having to remind herself that they were here to assume power, though any second she expected to see Memorie or sweet, strong Reynard appear from the shadows to welcome her back.
They never did.
Now and then she turned her cheek, catching Obscene’s eye as it idly swapped expressions. When the pair could not avoid one another’s gaze, Cheri would smile warmly, boldly, to encourage the behavior and ensure that there was no lingering regret over her and Ob’s time by the River. In fact, she would’ve readily stayed there had he asked - but the Fae Prince hadn’t. They had business to attend to, and no doubt a waiting emissary who didn’t like to keep her striped legs idle for long.
“Speak of the Devil.” Cheri couldn’t help but to laugh at Aela’s showing up on cue, amused at the blue-eyed beauty.
This was it, then. No sense in delaying the inevitable with small talk.
“Have you spoken to Reave?” She wanted to know, curious if the trouble-starter had time or not to seek out the new King of the North. Part of her wanted to mention Nashua as well, but on that matter the black-and-green pegasus remained quiet.
“Not that I think he’ll have any objections, but I’d rather us start out on the right hoof.”
@Obscene @Aela better late than never lol