06-05-2022, 02:45 PM
She thought she would be accustomed to being blind by now, but she is not.
The healing waters of the waterfall had not been able to alleviate the ailment that befell her after the strange journey in the mountain that had ended in the fog of Pangea, and so far neither had anyone’s efforts at using their own healing. Her other senses had strengthened, just as her grandmother had reassured her they would, but it did not make being blind any easier. She could feel herself forgetting what Tephra looked like, the grand image of its volcano jutted against a sapphire-blue sky beginning to fade into a watered down memory. The faces of her parents, once something she could recall into sharp focus, had begun to blur at the edges, slipping from her grasp.
When the storm first struck, she had cautiously made her way to nearby shelter. With her confidence already so shaken she did not often venture from places she was not entirely familiar with, but even without her sight she knew there was something different about this storm.
The air was alive with electricity, and strike after strike made contact with the earth itself. She heard her mother as she swiftly made the rounds to ensure the safety of the residents, and all Rare could do was remain frozen beneath the thick canopy of brush, her heart beating erratically inside of her chest.
When the roll of thunder stopped and the lightning disappeared along with it, she stood there for a long while to gather her bearings. In the distance she could hear the confused murmurs of others, could detect the faint awe in their tone, and eventually curiosity got the better of her. With tentative steps she made her way towards where others had gathered, her star-filled eyes bright with her own fear and confusion. The ground felt hot, hotter than usual, and the faint sound of liquid moving sluggishly tells her to stop.
Something tells her that someone is nearby—their quiet breaths, the thrum of a heartbeat that is not her own. “What happened?” she asks the stranger, almost afraid of their answer.
The healing waters of the waterfall had not been able to alleviate the ailment that befell her after the strange journey in the mountain that had ended in the fog of Pangea, and so far neither had anyone’s efforts at using their own healing. Her other senses had strengthened, just as her grandmother had reassured her they would, but it did not make being blind any easier. She could feel herself forgetting what Tephra looked like, the grand image of its volcano jutted against a sapphire-blue sky beginning to fade into a watered down memory. The faces of her parents, once something she could recall into sharp focus, had begun to blur at the edges, slipping from her grasp.
When the storm first struck, she had cautiously made her way to nearby shelter. With her confidence already so shaken she did not often venture from places she was not entirely familiar with, but even without her sight she knew there was something different about this storm.
The air was alive with electricity, and strike after strike made contact with the earth itself. She heard her mother as she swiftly made the rounds to ensure the safety of the residents, and all Rare could do was remain frozen beneath the thick canopy of brush, her heart beating erratically inside of her chest.
When the roll of thunder stopped and the lightning disappeared along with it, she stood there for a long while to gather her bearings. In the distance she could hear the confused murmurs of others, could detect the faint awe in their tone, and eventually curiosity got the better of her. With tentative steps she made her way towards where others had gathered, her star-filled eyes bright with her own fear and confusion. The ground felt hot, hotter than usual, and the faint sound of liquid moving sluggishly tells her to stop.
Something tells her that someone is nearby—their quiet breaths, the thrum of a heartbeat that is not her own. “What happened?” she asks the stranger, almost afraid of their answer.
Rare
@Starros