05-26-2018, 01:33 PM
I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song
your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head. The world outside of Beqanna held many differences. There was those who did accept Erinys for what she was and there were those who did not. She found comfort in others, though they were only friends for a time. Now they were complete strangers again—strangers she would likely never see again. It was always this way though. Erinys did not make friends so easily. She held herself back from possibly ever making a connection with others. Only recently did she allow herself to branch out a little more, to find that calling someone a friend wasn’t so bad. There were others out there that could care for her, even ones that were kin to her in physical deformities. Everyone carried their own scars. Some were physical while others were mental. She carried both scars, ones she was imprinted on the very day she was born, and others that she made herself. Erinys no longer wishes to live in the life she knew—she wanted more out of it all. “There are,” she answers back to the other mare. “But something about home compares it to nothing else.” She felt a strong force pulling her back to this place. Perhaps it was her future to make herself to be something, to not be the scared little girl she had been in the confined forest all those years. Erinys had never been truly a coward. She always had a hidden strength within her, one that carried her through the hardships she has faced. When Wound mentions she has made a life for herself—a position that was not given easily, at least from what she knew of the kingdom life—she founds that she is smiling. Erinys is happy to see that others like her are finding their way into the world, in positions that many would never dare to dream of reaching. “That’s wonderful, Wound.” It really is, she thinks to herself as her smile grows wider. It gives her hope that she one day might be able to share the same joy that Wound has found. Erinys cannot imagine what it will be like, but she has always found holding onto a small piece of hope has changed her life for the better. It has gotten her through more things than anything she imagined never overcoming. Wound’s offer for her to see her home in Tephra. She never has been there before and sees no reason not to visit (maybe a chance to truly leave behind her own confined home, but that step is a big one). “I would very much like to visit,” she says with a smile, “I cannot remember the last time I ever saw the other parts of Beqanna besides the meadow and forest,” she adds a soft laugh at the end. It’s care free and natural. “A lovely name for your daughter,” she replies. Erinys has no children of her own, but for a moment she wonders what would it be like. It brings an invisible frown to her face; however, an obvious sadness touches her amber eyes for a moment. She doesn’t share what she feels though—there would likely always be a sadness when she thought of her own parents (mostly her mother) and what it would have been like to have a different life than the one she had. Erinys pazuzu x ripley |
@[wound]