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[ just... uh pretend it's le 12 ^^ ]
Sometimes, the days grew jumbled. Confused. Even with the handpainted calendars. They could blend together entirely. Drifting by into hazy memories. She lost many in the haze after Trygve left. The vacantness in her mind seemed to expand and swallow her whole. Dark clouds lingering in her mind. The fear, anxieties and doubt.
Things were better now. Trygve was alive. Safe. The desert was colder, but it was better. Her family was here. Even cousins like Kian, adding to the number. Even expanding, with those they had taken in. Saintkit. Kold, who now saw Aine's father as hers, too.
She should be better. She felt... Fuzzier sometimes. When Trygve looked at her. Warm in her cheeks. A fever she might jokingly say. But the dark clouds had not been chased away. Not yet. Because they had always been there. Lurking. Reminding her to stay wary. Frightful of the future's uncertainties.
But Aine would breathe. Four... Seven... Eight... Hazel hues trying to burn bright. Stubborn. For she had people to take care of. She didn't know how to escape the storm but she would keep walking through it for as long as she could.
And the days may have gotten hazy, but she knew the twelfth of January. A special day. Had scrambled off early in the morning. Before the sun even peeked over the horizon To the planters she kept safe from the cold front. To a place she could focus. And breathe some life into her flowers. Bright and colorful.
Mortar and pestle next. Only to find hooves were rather decent pestles, turning the petals into the fine powder she needed. Only the beginning of something she hoped would be nice.
Freshly made water colors.
A few hours later and gift carefully contained, the petite deer-fox set off from her workplace within the white temple to the central marketplace. Uncertain. Teeth catching the inside of her cheek. She glanced up at the sky, wings shuffling idly at her sides. Was he still on his daily patrol?
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[/td][/tr][/table]Sometimes, the days grew jumbled. Confused. Even with the handpainted calendars. They could blend together entirely. Drifting by into hazy memories. She lost many in the haze after Trygve left. The vacantness in her mind seemed to expand and swallow her whole. Dark clouds lingering in her mind. The fear, anxieties and doubt.
Things were better now. Trygve was alive. Safe. The desert was colder, but it was better. Her family was here. Even cousins like Kian, adding to the number. Even expanding, with those they had taken in. Saintkit. Kold, who now saw Aine's father as hers, too.
She should be better. She felt... Fuzzier sometimes. When Trygve looked at her. Warm in her cheeks. A fever she might jokingly say. But the dark clouds had not been chased away. Not yet. Because they had always been there. Lurking. Reminding her to stay wary. Frightful of the future's uncertainties.
But Aine would breathe. Four... Seven... Eight... Hazel hues trying to burn bright. Stubborn. For she had people to take care of. She didn't know how to escape the storm but she would keep walking through it for as long as she could.
And the days may have gotten hazy, but she knew the twelfth of January. A special day. Had scrambled off early in the morning. Before the sun even peeked over the horizon To the planters she kept safe from the cold front. To a place she could focus. And breathe some life into her flowers. Bright and colorful.
Mortar and pestle next. Only to find hooves were rather decent pestles, turning the petals into the fine powder she needed. Only the beginning of something she hoped would be nice.
Freshly made water colors.
A few hours later and gift carefully contained, the petite deer-fox set off from her workplace within the white temple to the central marketplace. Uncertain. Teeth catching the inside of her cheek. She glanced up at the sky, wings shuffling idly at her sides. Was he still on his daily patrol?
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© MADI
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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desert flower
the land for the