05-06-2018, 07:58 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]When she had suggested ambassadors to Starrynight, her children had been in mind. It would be a simple way to kill two birds with one stone: she could help her group, but she would also be helping herself to find her children. And even though Starry had not given her verbal confirmation for being the ambassador to the Typhoon, it would not stop her from heading there. She had to look. She had to see for herself. She needed to know for herself of her daughters were still alive.
Heavy pawsteps took her forward. She was not sure where she was going exactly, but she was hot on the trail of the Typhoon. The full moon party had left her with hope, for she thought she had heard Lil's voice, but... she wasn't sure. Since losing her daughters, every cream-colored feline was them. Every light brown piece of fur was her daughters, and she had to pursue it. Everything colored purple was Lil. Everything. The ghost of their disappearance haunted her more than anything, for she had no closure.
Dead or alive, she just wanted to find them. She wanted to know, for not knowing was eating away at her. And besides that, Margaery had not told her about her meeting with Lil.
No, Suiteheart knew nothing of the sort. She did not know of their verbal argument or of Margy's asthma troubles. Her wife had chosen to keep it a secret, and should Suite find out, it would surely break her heart. It was a trust thing, and as Margy had not told her, she obviously did not trust Suite. Simple as that, wasn't it? ... Perhaps not. There were layers here -- many of them --, but the Starstruck Guardian was blind to them. In time, she would learn to see.
But more pressing matters were at the forefront of her mind.
The large polar bear held three charm bracelets in her maw as she found the railroad tracks. She stopped, noting the scent markers. Her eyes wandered the scene, noting the crashed train, the way it embedded itself into the land. The land was slowly reclaiming the broken piece of machinery, and there was something refreshing about that thought: everyone, sooner or later, would be recclaimed by the earth. The finality of it was comforting, for Suite knew she would have a place, that she could give back after she had taken so much.
Though momentarily distracted by the old train, its flowers, and its moss, she quickly shifted her attention ahead of her. Sooner or later, someone would have to come by. She would explain how she was scouting out the region for potential ambassadors, and she might even ask to see inside the territory. She would question whoever greeted her, asking if they happened to know Lil, Lissa, and Eli. She was nervous, but she was ready.
"Hello?" she called, making her voice reach out as far as it could. "My name is Suiteheart. I'm a Starstruck Guardian of the Ascendants. I've come to talk." Her tone was friendly and light, but there was desperation behind her words. She closed her eyes and murmured a silent prayer, asking that her daughters reside here. This was the only place she had not searched.
If there were not here... If they were not here, they would not be anywhere.
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Heavy pawsteps took her forward. She was not sure where she was going exactly, but she was hot on the trail of the Typhoon. The full moon party had left her with hope, for she thought she had heard Lil's voice, but... she wasn't sure. Since losing her daughters, every cream-colored feline was them. Every light brown piece of fur was her daughters, and she had to pursue it. Everything colored purple was Lil. Everything. The ghost of their disappearance haunted her more than anything, for she had no closure.
Dead or alive, she just wanted to find them. She wanted to know, for not knowing was eating away at her. And besides that, Margaery had not told her about her meeting with Lil.
No, Suiteheart knew nothing of the sort. She did not know of their verbal argument or of Margy's asthma troubles. Her wife had chosen to keep it a secret, and should Suite find out, it would surely break her heart. It was a trust thing, and as Margy had not told her, she obviously did not trust Suite. Simple as that, wasn't it? ... Perhaps not. There were layers here -- many of them --, but the Starstruck Guardian was blind to them. In time, she would learn to see.
But more pressing matters were at the forefront of her mind.
The large polar bear held three charm bracelets in her maw as she found the railroad tracks. She stopped, noting the scent markers. Her eyes wandered the scene, noting the crashed train, the way it embedded itself into the land. The land was slowly reclaiming the broken piece of machinery, and there was something refreshing about that thought: everyone, sooner or later, would be recclaimed by the earth. The finality of it was comforting, for Suite knew she would have a place, that she could give back after she had taken so much.
Though momentarily distracted by the old train, its flowers, and its moss, she quickly shifted her attention ahead of her. Sooner or later, someone would have to come by. She would explain how she was scouting out the region for potential ambassadors, and she might even ask to see inside the territory. She would question whoever greeted her, asking if they happened to know Lil, Lissa, and Eli. She was nervous, but she was ready.
"Hello?" she called, making her voice reach out as far as it could. "My name is Suiteheart. I'm a Starstruck Guardian of the Ascendants. I've come to talk." Her tone was friendly and light, but there was desperation behind her words. She closed her eyes and murmured a silent prayer, asking that her daughters reside here. This was the only place she had not searched.
If there were not here... If they were not here, they would not be anywhere.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE