01-17-2021, 12:43 AM
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.
The sound of someone approaching would cause her ears to twist, and then head to turn as she heard Michael's voice call out her name, a request to wait. She would do so, having no reason to walk away from the other. The female would wait quietly as he caught up, tail twitching as he began to speak up, features forming a slight look of indignation towards his words.
"What? You seen Roan, n' I haven't?" the female would question towards his comment of Rosemary and Roan being able to handle their own supplies. That would be pretty disheartening if that were the case - to think of the other avoiding her to the point he didn't show his face in his own home. But, it seemed unlikely as well, so she kept her doubts. "I can handle m'self fine; I know my way 'round the routes I was gonna take, n I wasn' gonna go far. Everybody helps out wit' everybody's job, why can't I be useful too? 'm usin' up a lot o' the supplies right now anyway." She continues on, shaking her head lightly towards the male, tone determined now. If he was so concerned, he could go with her. Two minds were better than one, or some other saying of the same capacity, even if a portion of her own was severely damaged. It'd be better, for whenever Roan would return to them, that their herbs would be stocked up properly. He may be very tired, or take a while, for all they knew, and she didn't want to lay around doing nothing in the meantime - not unless her head forced her to.
And so, the female would lift her paw once more, slowly heading in the direction of where she believed the nearest patch of herbs would be found, lowering her head to sniff closer to the ground for them. Not in a way to brush the other way, but possibly prove a point that she was still capable, and nothing he said would change her decision.
"What? You seen Roan, n' I haven't?" the female would question towards his comment of Rosemary and Roan being able to handle their own supplies. That would be pretty disheartening if that were the case - to think of the other avoiding her to the point he didn't show his face in his own home. But, it seemed unlikely as well, so she kept her doubts. "I can handle m'self fine; I know my way 'round the routes I was gonna take, n I wasn' gonna go far. Everybody helps out wit' everybody's job, why can't I be useful too? 'm usin' up a lot o' the supplies right now anyway." She continues on, shaking her head lightly towards the male, tone determined now. If he was so concerned, he could go with her. Two minds were better than one, or some other saying of the same capacity, even if a portion of her own was severely damaged. It'd be better, for whenever Roan would return to them, that their herbs would be stocked up properly. He may be very tired, or take a while, for all they knew, and she didn't want to lay around doing nothing in the meantime - not unless her head forced her to.
And so, the female would lift her paw once more, slowly heading in the direction of where she believed the nearest patch of herbs would be found, lowering her head to sniff closer to the ground for them. Not in a way to brush the other way, but possibly prove a point that she was still capable, and nothing he said would change her decision.
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.