01-09-2021, 12:14 PM
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
Most of the first week had been spent resting, the golden tiger's face hidden away within the temple, only for those who would visit and the soothsayers to see. She'd tried the first few days, to get up, and move about, but she'd reached her limit quite quickly. The archipelago was gorgeous, and she wished to see more of it, but her body was very limited at the present moment, and it would not take long for another headache, another migraine, more dizziness. But still, she'd rested, and she wanted to try again. She wanted to do something more than simply lay down, using the resources and time of others she could not even remember. Surely there was more she could do than rest, if she took her time. It feels as if she's only just barely seen this world she'd been given.
And so, once more, could she go on her short walks, leading her to the small crowd today. Slowly did she approach, the tigress viewing the scene from a slight distance. She watched as the silent boy wrote into the sand, her stomach twisting as she sees her own name, and the distress. Her head is held low, pawsteps pulling her closer quietly. Where is Goldie? That was the question. The female was right here, but the one they'd known, the one they'd seek, was far away, lost underneath the tides, drowned in her own blood. But...she was alive, and she was right here. Whether or not she'd ever be who they wanted, who they missed, she could not promise. She didn't know who she was in the present moment. Just a girl, with a lost memory, and a desire to do right by those around her. A desire to make their pain go away, but an unclear answer on how.
Still, she had to try. Her brother stood in front of her, wishing for answers just as she herself did. "Hello," she'd greet hesitantly with a nod, blinking towards the male. There was an instinct, and a clue, given by his writing, that she'd be better off speaking to him in another manner. She adjusts herself, moving into a sitting position, so she may not lose balance when lifting her front paws. And slowly, she does, her eyes focused on her movement, seeming to be thinking a bit harder about it. And carefully, she uses those paws to sign, I AM G-O-L-D-I-E. She stops then, moving her paws back down to look towards the other. The muscle memory was mostly untouched, still there, and in a former life, she'd much practice with the language that it was not yet fully lost, just a bit harder to retrieve.
And so, once more, could she go on her short walks, leading her to the small crowd today. Slowly did she approach, the tigress viewing the scene from a slight distance. She watched as the silent boy wrote into the sand, her stomach twisting as she sees her own name, and the distress. Her head is held low, pawsteps pulling her closer quietly. Where is Goldie? That was the question. The female was right here, but the one they'd known, the one they'd seek, was far away, lost underneath the tides, drowned in her own blood. But...she was alive, and she was right here. Whether or not she'd ever be who they wanted, who they missed, she could not promise. She didn't know who she was in the present moment. Just a girl, with a lost memory, and a desire to do right by those around her. A desire to make their pain go away, but an unclear answer on how.
Still, she had to try. Her brother stood in front of her, wishing for answers just as she herself did. "Hello," she'd greet hesitantly with a nod, blinking towards the male. There was an instinct, and a clue, given by his writing, that she'd be better off speaking to him in another manner. She adjusts herself, moving into a sitting position, so she may not lose balance when lifting her front paws. And slowly, she does, her eyes focused on her movement, seeming to be thinking a bit harder about it. And carefully, she uses those paws to sign, I AM G-O-L-D-I-E. She stops then, moving her paws back down to look towards the other. The muscle memory was mostly untouched, still there, and in a former life, she'd much practice with the language that it was not yet fully lost, just a bit harder to retrieve.
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.