01-17-2020, 01:45 PM
How funny that she draws the attention of the young generation. If only the teenager knew how old Dillan is. Would she stumble back in surprise, grimace in misunderstanding?
Maybe, with her return, she has regained the youth that she once had.
When she lied down on the beach, her body brittle and her mind exhausted, she remembered looking over her shoulder at herself. Where there had once been black points and contrasting dapples, there was white. Her coat bleached like bones in the sun, and her lungs weakly sighed. That day, Dillan died alone.
Would it deter the girl knowing that this dappled stranger has experienced the eternal? That she has felt her own heart cease and her soul reach for something beyond this world?
The knowledge burns the edges of Dillan’s thoughts, but she suppresses them because she doesn’t want to be the one clouding Ruth’s ignorant bliss. Ruth. Yes, that is her name, offered so happily the moment they’re near enough. Swallowing the lump of memories, she responds sweetly in a manner so natural to her after being a mother time and time again. ”I’m Dillan,” her voice is strange to hear again, having lost its ethereal touch since returning. It remains warm, like honey dripping from her lips as she punctuates her own introduction with a smile. For a heartbeat, it’s there, radiating welcome, but then confusion deepens the lines of her face and furrows her brows. ”Taiga. What is Taiga?” What happened to the Dazzling Waterfall and the Forbidden Dale? What of the Chamber and Valley? Uncertainty sinks into her like a polished knife, unsettling her as her nutmeg eyes lift to stare again at the Field as though expecting answers to rise from the soil.
A threat of fear trickles into her veins, but Dillan halts herself and grips the spiraling thoughts. She was a soldier once, but also a doting mother and lover. Drawing in a breath – even that returned sensation still tingles through her lungs – she looks back at Ruthless. ”I’m not familiar with the lands anymore. Care to share them with me?” But then from a memory – a recent one – she recalls Tephra. It doesn’t solve what it is, or what it means, but the word hangs suspended in her mind as she interestedly looks at her companion. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ruth,” because it is the only thing Dillan is certain of right now.
@[Ruthless]
Maybe, with her return, she has regained the youth that she once had.
When she lied down on the beach, her body brittle and her mind exhausted, she remembered looking over her shoulder at herself. Where there had once been black points and contrasting dapples, there was white. Her coat bleached like bones in the sun, and her lungs weakly sighed. That day, Dillan died alone.
Would it deter the girl knowing that this dappled stranger has experienced the eternal? That she has felt her own heart cease and her soul reach for something beyond this world?
The knowledge burns the edges of Dillan’s thoughts, but she suppresses them because she doesn’t want to be the one clouding Ruth’s ignorant bliss. Ruth. Yes, that is her name, offered so happily the moment they’re near enough. Swallowing the lump of memories, she responds sweetly in a manner so natural to her after being a mother time and time again. ”I’m Dillan,” her voice is strange to hear again, having lost its ethereal touch since returning. It remains warm, like honey dripping from her lips as she punctuates her own introduction with a smile. For a heartbeat, it’s there, radiating welcome, but then confusion deepens the lines of her face and furrows her brows. ”Taiga. What is Taiga?” What happened to the Dazzling Waterfall and the Forbidden Dale? What of the Chamber and Valley? Uncertainty sinks into her like a polished knife, unsettling her as her nutmeg eyes lift to stare again at the Field as though expecting answers to rise from the soil.
A threat of fear trickles into her veins, but Dillan halts herself and grips the spiraling thoughts. She was a soldier once, but also a doting mother and lover. Drawing in a breath – even that returned sensation still tingles through her lungs – she looks back at Ruthless. ”I’m not familiar with the lands anymore. Care to share them with me?” But then from a memory – a recent one – she recalls Tephra. It doesn’t solve what it is, or what it means, but the word hangs suspended in her mind as she interestedly looks at her companion. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ruth,” because it is the only thing Dillan is certain of right now.
@[Ruthless]