05-07-2018, 11:00 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Suite... Save the lilies, okay?"
"O-Of course," she rumbled, lingering just a hair, watching her wife. Margaery's breathing was slow, painful. She wanted to stay, to make sure the love of her life was okay, but she knew Margy was in good hands. So many others had gathered around, and the outpouring of love made her feel relieved. A few more seconds ticked by, and then she turned and ran toward the blaze.
The first feeling was warmth. It was welcoming. It extended a kind hand, offering a place for Suiteheart to rest. And then, all at once, it became violent. The heat was overwhelming, and the smoke was almost worse. The fire lapped at her paws, burning them. Her white fur grew dark with ash and the ends of her snowy coat burned. Everything in her screamed to run, but she had a job, and she would rather die than fail it.
As quickly as she could, she dug up the lilies. By the grace of God, Bastillepaw's fire had not yet destroyed the delicate plant entirely. Embers burned holes in the leaves and broke a flower head here and there, but the flower was intact and alive. Holding her breath and feeling lightheaded, the polar bear escaped with the symbol of her daughter - their daughters. And just when she thought she could hold her breath no longer, the fire vanished.
Roy was always there just in the nick of time.
Shaky paws brought her back to the gathered group. She set the flowers down, inhaling as much clean air as she could afterwards. The young boy's words reached her as she began coughing and sputtering, and she simply shook her head.
"Ac-" she coughed, "Accidents happen, kiddo. You're okay. Margy'll be okay." Despite her words, there was pain in her eyes. She did not and would never blame Bastille for this, but this incident scared her more than she dare put into words. This was reliving a nightmare all over again. This was the worst reoccurring dream.
The look on Bast's face made her chest ache. So often, she could easily forget that he was just a kid. He was so confident, so brave. But now, he looked like a terrified kitten, and there was something so incredibly heart-wrenching about that. Suiteheart placed a paw on his shoulder, a silent gesture to reaffirm her words: it was okay and she forgave him.
As Roy began to chew him out, she continued coughing, but she tried to silence it. "Roy, he just needs a good teacher, that's all." Even though Bastillepaw was at fault for this, he was not entirely to blame. He had not the ability to control his elemental powers, and he was in desperate need of a teacher who would show him the way. "Imperia's right - it was just an accident. And he's still just a kid... Maybe... Maybe you could help teach him?"
She figured it might be a long shot, but why not try? That was all they could do anyways. "And Roy? Thank you." Her words were rough sounding as her throat felt like it was still burning, but her tone was sincere as could be. She meant it from the bottom of her heart, and her expression showed just how grateful she was.
Dark eyes then turned on Imperia, and she nodded. "Tea would be great. Maybe something with camomile and honey?" Calming and soothing. Perhaps the angelic doe could whip something up. She offered her a small, thankful smile.
Suiteheart then looked at Margaery. She prayed to everything she could think of that her wife would recover nicely, but that was perhaps wishful thinking. Still, she offered Margy a gentle yet pained smile. [color=#73B1B7][b]"I-I saved the lilies... I wanted to save the roses too, but I wasn't fair enough. I'm s-sorry."
"O-Of course," she rumbled, lingering just a hair, watching her wife. Margaery's breathing was slow, painful. She wanted to stay, to make sure the love of her life was okay, but she knew Margy was in good hands. So many others had gathered around, and the outpouring of love made her feel relieved. A few more seconds ticked by, and then she turned and ran toward the blaze.
The first feeling was warmth. It was welcoming. It extended a kind hand, offering a place for Suiteheart to rest. And then, all at once, it became violent. The heat was overwhelming, and the smoke was almost worse. The fire lapped at her paws, burning them. Her white fur grew dark with ash and the ends of her snowy coat burned. Everything in her screamed to run, but she had a job, and she would rather die than fail it.
As quickly as she could, she dug up the lilies. By the grace of God, Bastillepaw's fire had not yet destroyed the delicate plant entirely. Embers burned holes in the leaves and broke a flower head here and there, but the flower was intact and alive. Holding her breath and feeling lightheaded, the polar bear escaped with the symbol of her daughter - their daughters. And just when she thought she could hold her breath no longer, the fire vanished.
Roy was always there just in the nick of time.
Shaky paws brought her back to the gathered group. She set the flowers down, inhaling as much clean air as she could afterwards. The young boy's words reached her as she began coughing and sputtering, and she simply shook her head.
"Ac-" she coughed, "Accidents happen, kiddo. You're okay. Margy'll be okay." Despite her words, there was pain in her eyes. She did not and would never blame Bastille for this, but this incident scared her more than she dare put into words. This was reliving a nightmare all over again. This was the worst reoccurring dream.
The look on Bast's face made her chest ache. So often, she could easily forget that he was just a kid. He was so confident, so brave. But now, he looked like a terrified kitten, and there was something so incredibly heart-wrenching about that. Suiteheart placed a paw on his shoulder, a silent gesture to reaffirm her words: it was okay and she forgave him.
As Roy began to chew him out, she continued coughing, but she tried to silence it. "Roy, he just needs a good teacher, that's all." Even though Bastillepaw was at fault for this, he was not entirely to blame. He had not the ability to control his elemental powers, and he was in desperate need of a teacher who would show him the way. "Imperia's right - it was just an accident. And he's still just a kid... Maybe... Maybe you could help teach him?"
She figured it might be a long shot, but why not try? That was all they could do anyways. "And Roy? Thank you." Her words were rough sounding as her throat felt like it was still burning, but her tone was sincere as could be. She meant it from the bottom of her heart, and her expression showed just how grateful she was.
Dark eyes then turned on Imperia, and she nodded. "Tea would be great. Maybe something with camomile and honey?" Calming and soothing. Perhaps the angelic doe could whip something up. She offered her a small, thankful smile.
Suiteheart then looked at Margaery. She prayed to everything she could think of that her wife would recover nicely, but that was perhaps wishful thinking. Still, she offered Margy a gentle yet pained smile. [color=#73B1B7][b]"I-I saved the lilies... I wanted to save the roses too, but I wasn't fair enough. I'm s-sorry."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE