01-30-2021, 08:28 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.
After spending another group of days resting, the female felt ready to get up and move around once more. It was starting to slowly, but surely, get easier. Her head felt better, at least a little. There were some mishaps here and there, some headaches, sometimes a spark would spiral out, but overall, it was okay. It was significantly better than the first week since waking up. And she was starting to go greater lengths now, approach larger crowds. Soon enough, hopefully, she could handle a proper group. Maybe even try to enter the tavern, do the task she'd been saving from Diya.
In the meantime, she moved about the beach, seeing whatever she could find. Today, it'd seem, she'd step upon a small group of individuals speaking to one of her sons, who seemed to be busying himself. Giving out old things; that was kind of him. "The temple could always use some blankets, or pillows, too." The female would suggest lightly after Keona's comment. The tigress had no need for any furniture of her own - at least not for the time being, seeing as she exclusively remained within the temple, and others' own huts for now. Her old hut...triggered such a reaction she did not want to experience again anytime soon, and the captain's quarters sat below the deck of the Tempest, of which she hasn't even attempted to step on since waking up. The light bobbing back and forth, she imagines, would only make her dizzy as she continues to recover.
In the meantime, she moved about the beach, seeing whatever she could find. Today, it'd seem, she'd step upon a small group of individuals speaking to one of her sons, who seemed to be busying himself. Giving out old things; that was kind of him. "The temple could always use some blankets, or pillows, too." The female would suggest lightly after Keona's comment. The tigress had no need for any furniture of her own - at least not for the time being, seeing as she exclusively remained within the temple, and others' own huts for now. Her old hut...triggered such a reaction she did not want to experience again anytime soon, and the captain's quarters sat below the deck of the Tempest, of which she hasn't even attempted to step on since waking up. The light bobbing back and forth, she imagines, would only make her dizzy as she continues to recover.
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.