01-31-2021, 12:48 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.
The tigress had been out for a walk on her own, taking the time to build up her strength more as her head recovered. The past few days had been fairly successful, nothing too major aside from minor headaches here and there, but she'd yet to experience a migraine for a few days now, and that was something she could appreciate. Overall, the healing process for her concussion was going fairly smooth, all things considered. There were ups and downs, and the seizure she'd experienced a couple weeks ago had been concerning, but it only hindered her for about a week, simply causing her to slow down in response to it, not wanting to go through something like it again. And, she was hoping, slowly but surely she could be of proper use to them all once more. For the time being, however, she wouldn't push it. She would simply go on a walk, just as she liked to do before. She did keep an eye out for fruits, and herbs, though it wasn't her main priority, simply seeing whatever she could find.
It seemed that "whatever" would be an owl landing on a successfully caught rabbit, just a few feet in front of her. The female pauses as she sees the movement, blinking a few times. She'd seen the female maybe once or twice before, and heard some of her crewmates make comments about the other, though she'd not sought her out herself before, not having much reason to. Still, she figures she may as well be friendly. Bluerequiem didn't seem much of a threat on them, after all, just another thing surviving among them. Though she wouldn't claim to know the technicalities of everything, so maybe she was wrong. She'd just have to figure that out herself. "Nice catch," Goldie decides to comment with a small nod towards the other, walking a little bit closer. "I haven' done much huntin' m'self since wakin' up from m' concussion. Is it challenging?"
It seemed that "whatever" would be an owl landing on a successfully caught rabbit, just a few feet in front of her. The female pauses as she sees the movement, blinking a few times. She'd seen the female maybe once or twice before, and heard some of her crewmates make comments about the other, though she'd not sought her out herself before, not having much reason to. Still, she figures she may as well be friendly. Bluerequiem didn't seem much of a threat on them, after all, just another thing surviving among them. Though she wouldn't claim to know the technicalities of everything, so maybe she was wrong. She'd just have to figure that out herself. "Nice catch," Goldie decides to comment with a small nod towards the other, walking a little bit closer. "I haven' done much huntin' m'self since wakin' up from m' concussion. Is it challenging?"
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.