POWERS OF HEAVEN •• meteors/tremors

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Sometimes, the night grew dark and long, and sleep, sleep lingered away, a distant memory.  Dancing like the leaping flames of a fire.  Sometimes, the thought of sleep frightened her the way falling embers did.  Sometimes, her eyes refused to stay closed.  Fearful thoughts and memories lingered in the clouds of her mind.  Threatening to claim another peaceful night.

Water could dose a fire.  How did someone run from their own mind?

Late as it was, her father was likely asleep.  Trygve, she didn't want to disturb.  No one should lose sleep because of her.  That wouldn't be fair.  Besides, it was an issue within herself, wasn't it?  Her own head running in circles.  Forward.  Rewind.  Pause.  Rewind.  Breathe.  There's no fire here.

Slowly, Aine pushed herself up, legs wobbling beneath her.  Steady.  Unsteady.  Hooves seemed to click louder on wood than paws.  Deafening tapping.  A single step and the petite druid paused, a deer in the headlights.  Uncertain.  Holding her breath.  The treehouse remained quiet.  No one heard?  No one heard.  Another step.  Another.  A few more and out the door.

The stairs were almost worse.  Always a frightening journey down.  When her hooves touched solid ground, she breathed out, then quickly trotted into the jungle.  Down a familiar path she walked every day, until she found her garden.  Dark as it was, she knew she could not do much, only sit beside the flowers and herbs, but that was enough.

Through the branches, she thought she saw a flash of light.  A moving star.  Of course, her father would remind her that everything in the galaxy moved... Aine squinted her eyes, to little help.  Maybe she only thought -- oh there's another one!

She clambered on top of one of the stones she used to split her garden into fourths, sitting up and watching through the canopy as more and more lights seem to fall from the sky.  Joli...

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —