09-08-2016, 11:48 AM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
Maribel is like the angel on earth—the quiet soul—that Reagan has been looking for all her life. Such a tumultuous woman who had lived her days by herself and for the good of nothing but the politics and games of others; Reagan was forever reminded of this each time she remembered her conversation with Demian…what else do I have to lose?. That is indeed what she had said, because in truth, she had lost everything.
She had lost family, and faith, and land, and loyalty, and magic. She had, even at one point, lost her life—something that the white and gold woman standing in front of her was, it seemed, perfectly acquainted with. And so, the quiet place she found herself here, at home in the forest, approached by the quiet ever changing soul, she was able to dig inside herself for the first time in a while, and be able to see that this woman was special. She was one step from becoming the angel she already was on the outside, but her abilities to change her color had not been as yet unlocked. There were so many things and overwhelming thoughts that surrounded her as she looked around her with new magic eyes.
Being able to hear the trees as they spoke together, and the language of the birds and the animals as they moved together in small packs huddled together for warmth, she had forgotten how to channel her brain to be able to handle all the heightened sensations at once. So, she closed her eyes, and spun around slowly, creating a warming bubble to melt the eyes and grow the flowers that she loved so well, and a thick blanket of clover about her—much as she had done for Ruan in the meadow before the coming of the storm. When she hears Maribel approach, she stops, and looks to see the two girls with her, blinking, sending little fairies and butterflies about the grasses, dancing and laughing and singing through the clover, begging the children to join them. “Hello again, Maribel. It is good to be back to being as I was. I felt—drained, almost, with the changing of the tide and the lengthening of the winter season. I am, you can see, very much a fan of green places.”
She had lost family, and faith, and land, and loyalty, and magic. She had, even at one point, lost her life—something that the white and gold woman standing in front of her was, it seemed, perfectly acquainted with. And so, the quiet place she found herself here, at home in the forest, approached by the quiet ever changing soul, she was able to dig inside herself for the first time in a while, and be able to see that this woman was special. She was one step from becoming the angel she already was on the outside, but her abilities to change her color had not been as yet unlocked. There were so many things and overwhelming thoughts that surrounded her as she looked around her with new magic eyes.
Being able to hear the trees as they spoke together, and the language of the birds and the animals as they moved together in small packs huddled together for warmth, she had forgotten how to channel her brain to be able to handle all the heightened sensations at once. So, she closed her eyes, and spun around slowly, creating a warming bubble to melt the eyes and grow the flowers that she loved so well, and a thick blanket of clover about her—much as she had done for Ruan in the meadow before the coming of the storm. When she hears Maribel approach, she stops, and looks to see the two girls with her, blinking, sending little fairies and butterflies about the grasses, dancing and laughing and singing through the clover, begging the children to join them. “Hello again, Maribel. It is good to be back to being as I was. I felt—drained, almost, with the changing of the tide and the lengthening of the winter season. I am, you can see, very much a fan of green places.”