10-23-2018, 12:40 AM
▹▹▹▹Clementine of course had no idea of the effect that she had on the woman with such a dark and shourded past, though the young serval stared up at the woman swathed in a cloak as red as blood itself, the faint flicker of emotions that dared to threaten in Agathe's eyes, yet held back by a stony wall of pure control. Who knew what Clementine would have thought of her past, of her stories, the fact that she had to kill one of her Sisters, a sister that had been so sick like her. Clementine knew the pain well. She knew the pain of feeling groggy, the pain of feeling pins and needles prickle in her chest, the pain that every breath sometimes took when she was sick, and it was as if she were barely drawing in any breath at all, as if trying to breathe through a straw, or with her head beneath the waves. Was Clementine fragile? Phsyically, she was as easy to shatter as an already chipped glass. Mentally, her self-security wavered as she grew, not sure what to feel about herself or about the world around her the older that she got. Perhaps she should have died at her birth like the rest of her siblings. Would it have saved her father any more heartache than he already faced now? He didn't speak too much about her dead siblings anymore, but somtimes the thought crossed her mind, the days he would stand over her bedside, not sleeping, the way he made sure that she was still breathing when she curled up in his bed after a nightmare, a paw on her side, letting it lift and fall with each of her little breaths.
Would it have been better for him if she had not been born? Would it have made his anxiety any less to not have to worry for a child that could so easily crumble? The guilt in his eyes alone when she had shown up to the border of the Ascendants alone had been enough to send a spike through her heart. She knew he felt bad about everything, about abandoing her, much the same that she had briefly held bitter thoughts for his actions, yet.. Was Clementine a reminder? A reminder of every bad part in people's lives? Did they fawn over her, the 'cute' little child, because they wanted to feel better about their lives? To hold on to her, like some dim ray of hope? To smother her in their hopes and dreams for her, even if she could never achieve them? Clementine had tried, she really did try, to make everyone happy. She tred to be the person that everyone else wanted her to be, to be strong, and brave, even if she felt scared, and weak.
It isn't ideal, the answer came, making Clementine's ears flatten back softly at those words, watching the woman's careful gaze. She blinked, swallowing a little uneasily at the bit of praise as she tried to straighten her shoulders, lifting her gaze and her head as high as she dare to face the stronger woman. "Yes, I know Moon said something about it, but I wasn't going to go that far," Clementine said quickly, a promise as much as a child could give. "I know the world is bad. That it does a lot of really mean and nasty things to people- but I wasn't going to go that far! And I was going to be right back before sun down!- I was heading back now, even!" she asserted, her ears flickering softly as she watched the contemplation fall over the woman's face, desperatly hoping that it wouldn't be a scoling.
She held her breath until the words came, some slight surprise lighting Clem's face at her offer. Agathe was going to accompany her? "Oh," she answered, momentarily dumbfounded at the turn of events as her paws shifted awkwardly, clearing her throat gently as she stood back up straight, finding a smile start to pull at her face as she giggled softly at her words, "You don't have to babysit me, promsie! I'm too old for that. I don't want to be treated like a baby anymore." She bounced softly on her paws to join Agathe at her side, peering up at the older woman with an adoring smile. "It's nice to meet you, Agathe. Thanks for coming with me, I think my dad would like that a lot better anyway," she added with a soft sigh, looking around for a moment before she turned away from the observatory and began away from the camp once more. Hey, why not, right? Now that she had Agathe, she could go exploring just a little bit further.
"I like your cloak, by the way," Clem added as she looked back up towards the woman. "Is that part of the... Witchling thingy you were talking about?"
Would it have been better for him if she had not been born? Would it have made his anxiety any less to not have to worry for a child that could so easily crumble? The guilt in his eyes alone when she had shown up to the border of the Ascendants alone had been enough to send a spike through her heart. She knew he felt bad about everything, about abandoing her, much the same that she had briefly held bitter thoughts for his actions, yet.. Was Clementine a reminder? A reminder of every bad part in people's lives? Did they fawn over her, the 'cute' little child, because they wanted to feel better about their lives? To hold on to her, like some dim ray of hope? To smother her in their hopes and dreams for her, even if she could never achieve them? Clementine had tried, she really did try, to make everyone happy. She tred to be the person that everyone else wanted her to be, to be strong, and brave, even if she felt scared, and weak.
It isn't ideal, the answer came, making Clementine's ears flatten back softly at those words, watching the woman's careful gaze. She blinked, swallowing a little uneasily at the bit of praise as she tried to straighten her shoulders, lifting her gaze and her head as high as she dare to face the stronger woman. "Yes, I know Moon said something about it, but I wasn't going to go that far," Clementine said quickly, a promise as much as a child could give. "I know the world is bad. That it does a lot of really mean and nasty things to people- but I wasn't going to go that far! And I was going to be right back before sun down!- I was heading back now, even!" she asserted, her ears flickering softly as she watched the contemplation fall over the woman's face, desperatly hoping that it wouldn't be a scoling.
She held her breath until the words came, some slight surprise lighting Clem's face at her offer. Agathe was going to accompany her? "Oh," she answered, momentarily dumbfounded at the turn of events as her paws shifted awkwardly, clearing her throat gently as she stood back up straight, finding a smile start to pull at her face as she giggled softly at her words, "You don't have to babysit me, promsie! I'm too old for that. I don't want to be treated like a baby anymore." She bounced softly on her paws to join Agathe at her side, peering up at the older woman with an adoring smile. "It's nice to meet you, Agathe. Thanks for coming with me, I think my dad would like that a lot better anyway," she added with a soft sigh, looking around for a moment before she turned away from the observatory and began away from the camp once more. Hey, why not, right? Now that she had Agathe, she could go exploring just a little bit further.
"I like your cloak, by the way," Clem added as she looked back up towards the woman. "Is that part of the... Witchling thingy you were talking about?"