05-28-2019, 10:34 AM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]Many left when the volcano had erupted, and, honestly, she did not really blame them, though she did give some a hard time while they were still cleaning up. Some of them might have been safer that way, avoiding the risk of being hungry, inhaling smoke, or even getting trapped upon the island. They gradually returned, some sooner than others, but they all had a job once they did come back. Most of which had to do with rebuilding. However, those days were over now. The island was in significantly better shape than the beginning of the year and the marks of the volcano, still, though, scattered throughout the territory, were mostly hard to find in the grand scheme of it all. Nonetheless, there was still much to be done outside of rebuilding. Goldie has not really received a moment of relaxation since it all happened, and soon that busyness would become even more intense. She didn't mind - there were always things to do. It's just a part of how she survived throughout most of her life (though others may argue it's what killed her, twice, almost thrice). So, she happily moves about the territory with Lynn, carrying a basket filled with fruit she'd recently gathered.
However, she would be interrupted on her walk, feathered ears catching the sound of small cries, and then her voice whimpered not far away. The fuck? She would not immediately recognize who it was, though would allow her paws to quickly carry her towards the noise, a bit of a concerned look entering her features. Her eyes are first drawn to the yellow plushie she'd used to own herself, immediately identifying the holder. "Junji?"
"Hey, is' okay," she tries to assure to him, cautiously moving closer. "'m right here." He wouldn't have known she died, or that she is now a tiger, though her voice is mostly the same as before, maybe a bit deeper. It's something she is, honestly, getting a little tired of explaining, considering she's had it from almost six months now, but at least it was easy enough for others to simply accept you've got a new body, and in the end, it just meant old friends continuously made their way back to her someway or another. Over so much time, they were all different, but still the same.
However, she would be interrupted on her walk, feathered ears catching the sound of small cries, and then her voice whimpered not far away. The fuck? She would not immediately recognize who it was, though would allow her paws to quickly carry her towards the noise, a bit of a concerned look entering her features. Her eyes are first drawn to the yellow plushie she'd used to own herself, immediately identifying the holder. "Junji?"
"Hey, is' okay," she tries to assure to him, cautiously moving closer. "'m right here." He wouldn't have known she died, or that she is now a tiger, though her voice is mostly the same as before, maybe a bit deeper. It's something she is, honestly, getting a little tired of explaining, considering she's had it from almost six months now, but at least it was easy enough for others to simply accept you've got a new body, and in the end, it just meant old friends continuously made their way back to her someway or another. Over so much time, they were all different, but still the same.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.