02-01-2021, 10:13 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.
As much as it may seem untrue, given her two experiences with her true mother's supposed spirit, along with the time she'd literally roomed with a supposed spirit, Goldie had no powers that gave her the ability to see spirits. In the past, it was all either their own apparitions managing to display themselves to her, or simply a trick of her own mind. She'd not ever have the answer to whether they visions were real, and she would not really ever have to think about it at this point. Whatever experiences she'd had before were long gone, buried far away, just as whomever this soul that wandered upon their beach today was. Though, she knew the story, the feeling, just barely. Just enough. And it was enough to make her think she didn't need to know more - not yet. It didn't feel good. And she's not sure she'd be able to take the overwhelming feeling now after the recent attack on her.
She notices the presence of Michael and Keona discussing something among themselves, and decides to approach them, having not been far away from them already. They were saying some sort of greeting to someone, though it didn't seem directly to each other, but somebody else. Her eyes glance around for a moment, confused. Was she missing something? The anxious feeling she experienced wasn't exactly unusual at the moment, and she would only have another indicator when she heard some sort of noise breathe out. "The Hell's that?" the tigress would ask in a confused manner, body slightly tense as she tries to look around for the source of the sound. Perhaps it was the wind? Though they were outside, and it wasn't particularly windy. Maybe a parrot was somewhere around, attempting to mimic the sounds it hears.
She notices the presence of Michael and Keona discussing something among themselves, and decides to approach them, having not been far away from them already. They were saying some sort of greeting to someone, though it didn't seem directly to each other, but somebody else. Her eyes glance around for a moment, confused. Was she missing something? The anxious feeling she experienced wasn't exactly unusual at the moment, and she would only have another indicator when she heard some sort of noise breathe out. "The Hell's that?" the tigress would ask in a confused manner, body slightly tense as she tries to look around for the source of the sound. Perhaps it was the wind? Though they were outside, and it wasn't particularly windy. Maybe a parrot was somewhere around, attempting to mimic the sounds it hears.
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.