06-24-2017, 10:10 PM
all that we have amassed sits before us, shattered into ash
She had sought one out, once upon a time. Newly returned to Beqanna, soaked in blood and with fresh scars adorning her ears, chest, and forehead, she had recognized one of the ones who had been held in the dungeons of the Dark God with her. She had stumbled after him, calling out for him to stop, to turn, to talk to her, but he had vanished into the dying light of the evening. She doesn't blame him for running; she had done a lot of running herself after that.
Since then, she has... survived. Thrived would be too optimistic of a word to use here—existed would be much too melodramatic. No, she has lived, loved, and lost since returning to the Overworld, much like anyone else in this wretched land. She has felt the burn as her flames were ripped from her chest when the Reckoning swept through Beqanna, and she has learned to live without being able to heal minor cuts and bruises. She has raised a child by herself, her lover having vanished into nothingness—he's not dead, she knows that much, but where, oh where is he?
The once-vibrant golden girl is lost. She was offered a home and chickened out, too scared of committing to a new place to even consider it. She has been gifted with beautiful dragon's wings, golden and glimmering in the sunlight, but she still cannot let herself take to the skies. She is no dragon, not without her fire; it would be wrong to soar without her entire soul intact. Maybe soon, they shall return to her, but until then she must continue on. It is as she has always done. After her torment, after her mother's betrayal and death, and Flamevein's sudden disappearance, she has always continued on. This is no different.
Stopping is not an option.
cress
oxytocin x kindling
infected.