08-25-2017, 12:11 AM
tantalize
Through those times you are gone
You won’t do this alone
While the coast had grown on her (it’s beaches and salty air worming it’s way into her fractured heart) she still wanders off occasionally, seeking the deep greenery of the forest. It was a sad excuse of a reminder, nothing would ever compare to the jungle that had once been. It lacked it’s humidity, it’s tropical fauna and creatures. So why did she still come? Perhaps, deep in her gut, she thinks that maybe the jungle will reappear again. Just a hint of what had once been would be enough of a sign.
Once a Khaleesi, always a Khaleesi. Although the crown had been dropped so long ago, it was a feeling that stayed with you for life. It could be hard to bend the knee to others, to watch them rule a kingdom and not have a say. Whatever mistakes she had made in her youth (for she had been so young when she had risen and yet created a legacy of the Khaleesi that lasted till the day the Amazons were swallowed) had nearly been forgotten with time. She was older, wiser, having learnt the burden of those heavy lessons. Although the desire to rule no longer flickered within her, she still burned with a desire to find her place in the world again.
Dark hooves crunch lightly over dried needles, her dappled fur catching in the pale light that manages to find it’s way past the trees. Golden eyes bright and alluring, taking in the deep earthy scent of the soil, the sharp aroma of pine. There's a sudden movement to her right, something furless but large seeming to come off the ground. Curiosity moves her towards it, a slight ruffle of ebony wings as she settles them tightly to her sides.
At first she think’s its a large rodent, perhaps burned by a forest fire. It takes her a moment to realize exactly what she’s looking at. This can’t be… A memory comes back to her, of a dying Scorch that they had taken to the healing waters of the Falls. Of a child that had been tucked under her wing, of another that the pain stricken mother begged for, disillusioned. Although the situation is surprising and unexpected, somehow her voice remains as calm and strong as it always has.
”I thought you were dead.”
Liz had yet to realize just how many came crawling back from the Afterlife if given a second of a chance.