sweeter than honey and nectar && return

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[color=#137E7A]FINNLOCH
" i wanna take the long way home "

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the scents of home filled the old woman's nose, coupled with new and strange scents. she had been gone for months really, grieving the loss of her last kit, and grieving at their grave, tending it for hours upon end, reading stories to those travelling along her path, recounting her child's life to those who would listen. and now, the weary traveller returned to her empty home and the secrets that it guarded.

walking slowly into the marketplace, the old she-cat turned her head this way and that, fondly discovering the library that she had moved into with her child and called home. mounting the steps of the behemoth of a building, she reached up and gently pushed the door open, its latch loose and creaking. blinking blue eyes into the gloomy darkness, she eased her heavy bags unto the ground and went about discovering where her candles had gone. lighting a candle, she put the pillar into the holder and gingerly carried the holder around to light the other candles in the library, slowly opening the curtains to avoid disturbing the motes and dust mites. light flooded into the dusty old library, highlighting the old woman's features and her scars. upon the floor were the scars of dropped books, singe marks from rolling candles and droplets of long hardened wax, not to mention the ink pot in the corner.

a sob welling in her throat, she sat down wearily and put her paws to her eyes, allowing herself to cry and sob, mouening her child anew, the echoes of them in every little nook or cranny of the library. wiping away her tears after a while of crying, she began to pick up the sheafs of paper splattered in their writing and her own corrections in red, or blue, both recounting their vast memories and stories, 'oh, my dear finnegan. my poor sweet baby.' she murmured softly as she read through the papers.

putting the books back into their proper order and setting aside the books in need of mending, she turned to attacking the dust and chasing it out of all the little cracks it had found homes in. taking the rug into her jaws she took it outside to air, draping it over a low branch. propping the door open, she continued her cleansing, bringing out the curtains to air and shed their layers of moths and dust. she would have to wash them soon. softly exhaling, she opened the windows and went about bringing out various fruits and goodies from her traveling bag, setting them onto her silver platter with a bowl of water, on the library's doorstep.

standing behind the food offering, she closed her eyes and inhaled, exhaling as she looked about the market square, her blue eyes shining with tears as she smiled and sat down, 'i am home.', she purred, waiting for the first curious face to show itself.