01-24-2021, 10:23 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.
Among everything that's happened, there was a few things that Goldie was able to hold onto still. Hobbies, old skills, interests, some still remained as a pass time for the female, or would eventually become one once more as she grew more and more physically well again, and one of those things she's found herself sharing an interest in still despite the blow to her head is painting. She had done her own tattoo, as well as one of her son's, and had plenty of paintings she'd done as decorations before everything, and when she'd been listening about old stories of herself, it was obvious it was something she was interested in, even if she wasn't necessarily the most skilled. She had just enjoyed it for the fun of it. And that would ring true now, as she spent most days within the temple or some other building being only sociable to those directly next to her. It was one of the few things she could do while she laid in the temple, besides stare at the walls.
So the tigress would walk over with a bit of intrigue in her gaze, looking over the small crowd that was forming, deciding to place herself against her ma, letting out a quiet rumble as she focuses towards Lucy. They'd not really gotten the chance to properly meet yet. They'd seen each other before, though she couldn't quite recall, given the haziness surrounding what was her seizure, so she would figure this to be their first real interaction. Her tail tip twitches as she offers a small smile to the other, nodding in hello. "I enjoy doin' art too, although I usually paint. D'ya like t' do that?" she'd decide to ask in a friendly manner, figuring it would be an easy thing to start a conversation over, besides asking what she was drawing.
So the tigress would walk over with a bit of intrigue in her gaze, looking over the small crowd that was forming, deciding to place herself against her ma, letting out a quiet rumble as she focuses towards Lucy. They'd not really gotten the chance to properly meet yet. They'd seen each other before, though she couldn't quite recall, given the haziness surrounding what was her seizure, so she would figure this to be their first real interaction. Her tail tip twitches as she offers a small smile to the other, nodding in hello. "I enjoy doin' art too, although I usually paint. D'ya like t' do that?" she'd decide to ask in a friendly manner, figuring it would be an easy thing to start a conversation over, besides asking what she was drawing.
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.