03-29-2018, 11:37 AM
Cry never was one for sentimentality, but she couldn't help but feel homesick, even a little bit. Anyone probably would in her shoes. If she knew falling into that vortex would send her to a new world with a new body and new rules, she would have never let go. Her self-sacrificing nature ultimately lead to her own destruction, reconstruction, and rebirth. The bird sighed as she ruffled through her feathers, producing a necklace tightly woven around her neck. It had two charms attached to it: Her snowflake charm she got from her underground family that hung on her mallet before, and a heart locket. She had a picture of her family inside. She no longer had a heart, so Synthesis thought this was a cute way to continue to keep them in her heart, even after she lost hers. Cry chuckled, a sad smile spreading across her beak. He always was the sweeter of the two. She wondered if he was still alive. Still suffering from those smoky embers still slowly, teasingly stroking at his insides. She knew he was constantly in pain, yet he continued to be strong and smile for her, especially when she did not have the energy to herself.
She often was reminded of home when she lied silently to herself. It was hard not to. She had only been in this world for a few months, and most of that time was spent learning how to walk and fly in her new body. Note to self, never laugh at Rayline again for falling after flying. It was harder than it looked. Cry sighed and stood up. She had to do something to snuff out the flames of nostalgia burning in her chest. She had to put out the fire before it lit and burned her alive. The raven slowly stood up. She blinked, inhaling slowly before exhaling a puff of carbon dioxide. Time to get up, she supposed. She stretched her legs before taking a few hesitant steps forward, out into the cold snow. Luckily, it was not actually snowing. A small flurry of flakes fell from the trees above. The raven hummed under her breath as she lifted up a twig. She took it, breaking off all the veins and arteries to get a straight pen-like tool.
She took a deep breath. And let it out. Here we go.
She was not sure how long she had been working, but soon enough the entire sheet of undisturbed snow was covered in various traditional runes and sentences. Words of family, hopes, dreams, and wishes blanketed the ground in an unreadable font. Even if she grew up in the city, she learned her people's traditional language. Her people were silent, shadow-dwelling pacifists. They communicated from far distances with blinks of light from their bodies. Written language was not exactly... needed. But as the world grew, they grew with it. It was as simple as that.
The raven hopped up onto a rock, tilting her head as she scanned over each and every loop and dot. They were a bit sloppy, but still readable. Poems and short stories of her people, brave and bold. Timid and quiet. Healthy and happy. There were tales for each and every little thing her heart desired. Family. Love .... Companionship. The raven sighed, sitting down on the rock. What she would give to be back home.
"SPEECH"
She often was reminded of home when she lied silently to herself. It was hard not to. She had only been in this world for a few months, and most of that time was spent learning how to walk and fly in her new body. Note to self, never laugh at Rayline again for falling after flying. It was harder than it looked. Cry sighed and stood up. She had to do something to snuff out the flames of nostalgia burning in her chest. She had to put out the fire before it lit and burned her alive. The raven slowly stood up. She blinked, inhaling slowly before exhaling a puff of carbon dioxide. Time to get up, she supposed. She stretched her legs before taking a few hesitant steps forward, out into the cold snow. Luckily, it was not actually snowing. A small flurry of flakes fell from the trees above. The raven hummed under her breath as she lifted up a twig. She took it, breaking off all the veins and arteries to get a straight pen-like tool.
She took a deep breath. And let it out. Here we go.
She was not sure how long she had been working, but soon enough the entire sheet of undisturbed snow was covered in various traditional runes and sentences. Words of family, hopes, dreams, and wishes blanketed the ground in an unreadable font. Even if she grew up in the city, she learned her people's traditional language. Her people were silent, shadow-dwelling pacifists. They communicated from far distances with blinks of light from their bodies. Written language was not exactly... needed. But as the world grew, they grew with it. It was as simple as that.
The raven hopped up onto a rock, tilting her head as she scanned over each and every loop and dot. They were a bit sloppy, but still readable. Poems and short stories of her people, brave and bold. Timid and quiet. Healthy and happy. There were tales for each and every little thing her heart desired. Family. Love .... Companionship. The raven sighed, sitting down on the rock. What she would give to be back home.
"SPEECH"