11-03-2018, 10:04 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]They couldn't really remember the last time they had been here. On one hand, it felt like they were gone for nothing more than a few days at most, while on the other they could barely recall more than a handful of names that drew them back to the Ascendants. Myliu remembered Gabriel, and a little bit about Moon and Imperia... but beyond that, faces blurred into those that marred his vision most of the time, and it was hard to distinguish what was part of his mind and what had been real. To spare himself the trouble, the wolf had decided to believe that everything other than that he explicitly remembered was a dream.
They remembered the Ascendants, though. They remembered the title that they had been given (someone had to explain it to him meticulously before he understood even a word of what they were saying) and that a few people who Myliu considered close (not friends... that word was still not in his mental dictionary) had lived here. If they still lived there was another matter entirely, but the child had never been one to wallow in the past or self pity. There were too many things actively going on inside of his head as it was, and there was little room left for things like history. There was the present, and the rest would eventually fade away like it already had.
But the important things stayed, and they carried the wolf's paws back to the place that had taken him in when he was much smaller and far more gullible. He was older now, and capable of much more than he had been before... but he was still the same Myliu, and his vocabulary, although slowly expanding, was still quite small. He was wild. That was just how he had been raised, and at this point it was hard to get something like that out of him. That didn't make him any less happy to see the familiar lands before him, though. That was still all genuine.
They didn't smile, but their violet eyes shone beneath the shawl they wore around their neck. The spirits hummed gently around him, a comforting buzz that didn't war with the echoes of his past, and finally, with one sharp bark, Myliu announced his presence at the border, hoping someone familiar would come around to jumpstart his memory.
They remembered the Ascendants, though. They remembered the title that they had been given (someone had to explain it to him meticulously before he understood even a word of what they were saying) and that a few people who Myliu considered close (not friends... that word was still not in his mental dictionary) had lived here. If they still lived there was another matter entirely, but the child had never been one to wallow in the past or self pity. There were too many things actively going on inside of his head as it was, and there was little room left for things like history. There was the present, and the rest would eventually fade away like it already had.
But the important things stayed, and they carried the wolf's paws back to the place that had taken him in when he was much smaller and far more gullible. He was older now, and capable of much more than he had been before... but he was still the same Myliu, and his vocabulary, although slowly expanding, was still quite small. He was wild. That was just how he had been raised, and at this point it was hard to get something like that out of him. That didn't make him any less happy to see the familiar lands before him, though. That was still all genuine.
They didn't smile, but their violet eyes shone beneath the shawl they wore around their neck. The spirits hummed gently around him, a comforting buzz that didn't war with the echoes of his past, and finally, with one sharp bark, Myliu announced his presence at the border, hoping someone familiar would come around to jumpstart his memory.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden