07-18-2020, 10:07 PM
won’t you drag the lake and bring me home again
It seems as though two of her children have fled the Cove.
Clarissa has spent many hours obsessing over her missing children, even with her hands full of Phyx and Virgil and Frenzy. It seems as if the three of them have become clingier than ever with Gar and Ciri absent, as if they are trying to distract her from her distress, but nothing seems to tame the angel. She is furious at the thought that someone may have stolen them away, and terrified that they may have just… left on their own. What would have driven them from home? Clarissa has done nothing but show them love and affection, and though Ghaul is not the most tender father, she knows that he loves his brood dearly.
It has only been a few days since they woke up one morning with Cirilla gone, the nest so much quieter without her babbling, but each passing hour feels like an eternity to Clarissa. Asphyxea is trying so hard to be stoic, she can tell, but she knows that the girl is fretful that she is the only one of the Three left. Frenzy seems mostly unbothered, but nothing seems to bother her Not-Daughter, and Clarissa mostly leaves her to her own devices. Virgil is too young to even realize that something is amiss - he had never even known Yadigar, as her eldest son has been gone now for nearly half a year.
She just misses singing her clutch of eggs to sleep every night, wrapped up in the arms of her twin flame. So much has changed in the years since they decided to become parents, and Clarissa is afraid that even more change is on the horizon.
It is not easy, loving a monster, but Clarissa loves him with everything that she is, and will follow him to the ends of the earth to keep him safe.
She has taken the children to play on the beach this morning, as winter fades away into spring. Phyx and Frenzy are giggling and chasing one another, shooting small spurts of flames back and forth, while Virgil sleeps at her hooves, already tired out from the short walk from their nest.
She cannot think of any reason to be here, with the water too cold for swimming and the seabreeze harsh and cold, but perhaps a reason will find the young dragoness.
Clarissa has spent many hours obsessing over her missing children, even with her hands full of Phyx and Virgil and Frenzy. It seems as if the three of them have become clingier than ever with Gar and Ciri absent, as if they are trying to distract her from her distress, but nothing seems to tame the angel. She is furious at the thought that someone may have stolen them away, and terrified that they may have just… left on their own. What would have driven them from home? Clarissa has done nothing but show them love and affection, and though Ghaul is not the most tender father, she knows that he loves his brood dearly.
It has only been a few days since they woke up one morning with Cirilla gone, the nest so much quieter without her babbling, but each passing hour feels like an eternity to Clarissa. Asphyxea is trying so hard to be stoic, she can tell, but she knows that the girl is fretful that she is the only one of the Three left. Frenzy seems mostly unbothered, but nothing seems to bother her Not-Daughter, and Clarissa mostly leaves her to her own devices. Virgil is too young to even realize that something is amiss - he had never even known Yadigar, as her eldest son has been gone now for nearly half a year.
She just misses singing her clutch of eggs to sleep every night, wrapped up in the arms of her twin flame. So much has changed in the years since they decided to become parents, and Clarissa is afraid that even more change is on the horizon.
It is not easy, loving a monster, but Clarissa loves him with everything that she is, and will follow him to the ends of the earth to keep him safe.
She has taken the children to play on the beach this morning, as winter fades away into spring. Phyx and Frenzy are giggling and chasing one another, shooting small spurts of flames back and forth, while Virgil sleeps at her hooves, already tired out from the short walk from their nest.
She cannot think of any reason to be here, with the water too cold for swimming and the seabreeze harsh and cold, but perhaps a reason will find the young dragoness.
@[gospel]