01-26-2019, 09:27 PM
Naia has always thought of herself as strong. The most battle-driven yearling there is; but as of late, she has been more broken than proud, a bewildered pup left shivering in a box on the side of the road. Forgiveness has never come easy to her. No, never: it is only now that she realizes she harbors deep resentments from her early days as a babe. Thalassa, for only ever mentioning her father in passing - Leilan, for never being there, no matter if he had control of his absence.
Yes, down - so deep, deep down - the girl is roiling with anger, coiled and hissing like the villainous rope of dynamite.
In her doom, she lurches forward, tears pouring down her face. Naia hears the fairy’s words and knows what this means. Sacrifice. She sacrificed herself for the good of Beqanna.
Admittedly, that felt incredible - self sacrifice.
So, she lunges upward, knowing time is of the essence, and races to the first flower in sight: a large, blooming, pink blossom. Gently, she wraps her mouth around the stem and steps away, breaking into a healthy canter.
That should do it, a fast but stamina-driven pace to get her to the Mountain.
Her trip is not terribly, long but by the time she reaches the Mountain, she is winded - and she still has to make the climb. Up the steep slope she goes, remembering the whole time that she is doing this for others - that she must stay out of her lonely head to survive.
Finally, the peak is before her. Naia drops her bloom with heaving breathe, offering the sky a submissive and tear-filled look.
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Yes, down - so deep, deep down - the girl is roiling with anger, coiled and hissing like the villainous rope of dynamite.
In her doom, she lurches forward, tears pouring down her face. Naia hears the fairy’s words and knows what this means. Sacrifice. She sacrificed herself for the good of Beqanna.
Admittedly, that felt incredible - self sacrifice.
So, she lunges upward, knowing time is of the essence, and races to the first flower in sight: a large, blooming, pink blossom. Gently, she wraps her mouth around the stem and steps away, breaking into a healthy canter.
That should do it, a fast but stamina-driven pace to get her to the Mountain.
Her trip is not terribly, long but by the time she reaches the Mountain, she is winded - and she still has to make the climb. Up the steep slope she goes, remembering the whole time that she is doing this for others - that she must stay out of her lonely head to survive.
Finally, the peak is before her. Naia drops her bloom with heaving breathe, offering the sky a submissive and tear-filled look.
words: 274