02-16-2021, 12:02 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 ghost and the goddess had met once before, though not necessarily on good terms. It had been a week before the other's unfortunate passing, in fact. She had never held any particularly strong opinions over the other, however, even if she hadn't lost all of her memories. It was just a small spat they had, one that she likely would have gotten over if they'd interacted on more light terms afterwards. They never got the chance, however, until just now, and it'd be fair if Arrow herself didn't even remember the insults they'd thrown at each other, given how long ago it was and in the grand scheme of things, how little it mattered. She was glad to be greeted with a friendly face, it helped the anxieties go away just a little bit. The more numbers that would inevitably appear, the safer they'd be overall. "I think we had a good time, actually, if not a lil' paranoid. I got plenty o' pictures at least. It's nice t' see more o' the world outside the Typhoon." She'd respond in a friendly manner, flashing a quick grin to the feline.
Her attention would shift as another approached, blinking as he would land in from flying, noticing his four wings. She wondered what the use would be for so many, but she thought it did look interesting. Her own wings would shift slightly. She'd still not tried to use them, she doesn't think she will for quite a while. It was much too risky, even with her recovery going mostly smoot the past month. Headaches were still common enough, and she was still slower, more overwhelmed with simple tasks. Flying seemed to be a bit too much for now. "Is' a pleasure t' meet you, Arrow, n' Barghest."
It was a shame she wouldn't be able to offer a proper thanks to Moth for her aid. At least, not for a little while. It was likely because of her that she had not died to the infection that'd taken over her leg. But all she'd known since waking up, really, was the brief overview of everything that'd occurred. The fall of the groups, and then the beheading of Stryker. The other seemed to be quite trustworthy, based off her introduction alone, and she would straighten herself up a little bit out of a newfound respect for the other. "Ah, thank you, Moth. 've been okay. Had a scare a month ago wit' a seizure, n' then a...uh, an attack a week ago. Sophie rescued me. But m' recovery's been goin' okay. Only a few hiccups here n' there." She explains briefly, a little awkwardly, with a small nod. If the other was the medic, then it was fair enough she'd get more of the details as well. Roan would probably rest better knowing that Moth also knew what was happening, at least.
Had the female still known about her former life, she likely would continue her disapproval of Atbash. The female had been one to hold grudges, especially when she felt she'd been stabbed in the back. And the situation of Snowbound dropping them certainly had felt like betrayal. But, it was all ancient history, and all she knows now was right in front of her. A stranger saying hello. "Hello," she'd offer with a small nod to the savannah. This was clearly someone she was supposed to know, but she wasn't certain if the other expected her to recall or not. Her demeanor was cautious, as if she knew she had changed like the rest did, but she had only offered a greeting. Perhaps she simply was a careful cat. And so, Goldie would have to take the initiative to know. "What's your name?" the tigress would ask lightly, an almost apologetic look on her features. If she truly was supposed to know who this was, she wasn't sure how they'd react to her suddenly forgetting who they were. And it wasn't something she's quite gotten used to yet, despite how often it occurred. She didn't like the disappointment, worry others had when they realized.
With that she would fall quiet once more, a paw silently reaching for Sophiea's own, trying to hold the others. It's been a while since she'd needed to introduce herself to so many folks at once.
Her attention would shift as another approached, blinking as he would land in from flying, noticing his four wings. She wondered what the use would be for so many, but she thought it did look interesting. Her own wings would shift slightly. She'd still not tried to use them, she doesn't think she will for quite a while. It was much too risky, even with her recovery going mostly smoot the past month. Headaches were still common enough, and she was still slower, more overwhelmed with simple tasks. Flying seemed to be a bit too much for now. "Is' a pleasure t' meet you, Arrow, n' Barghest."
It was a shame she wouldn't be able to offer a proper thanks to Moth for her aid. At least, not for a little while. It was likely because of her that she had not died to the infection that'd taken over her leg. But all she'd known since waking up, really, was the brief overview of everything that'd occurred. The fall of the groups, and then the beheading of Stryker. The other seemed to be quite trustworthy, based off her introduction alone, and she would straighten herself up a little bit out of a newfound respect for the other. "Ah, thank you, Moth. 've been okay. Had a scare a month ago wit' a seizure, n' then a...uh, an attack a week ago. Sophie rescued me. But m' recovery's been goin' okay. Only a few hiccups here n' there." She explains briefly, a little awkwardly, with a small nod. If the other was the medic, then it was fair enough she'd get more of the details as well. Roan would probably rest better knowing that Moth also knew what was happening, at least.
Had the female still known about her former life, she likely would continue her disapproval of Atbash. The female had been one to hold grudges, especially when she felt she'd been stabbed in the back. And the situation of Snowbound dropping them certainly had felt like betrayal. But, it was all ancient history, and all she knows now was right in front of her. A stranger saying hello. "Hello," she'd offer with a small nod to the savannah. This was clearly someone she was supposed to know, but she wasn't certain if the other expected her to recall or not. Her demeanor was cautious, as if she knew she had changed like the rest did, but she had only offered a greeting. Perhaps she simply was a careful cat. And so, Goldie would have to take the initiative to know. "What's your name?" the tigress would ask lightly, an almost apologetic look on her features. If she truly was supposed to know who this was, she wasn't sure how they'd react to her suddenly forgetting who they were. And it wasn't something she's quite gotten used to yet, despite how often it occurred. She didn't like the disappointment, worry others had when they realized.
With that she would fall quiet once more, a paw silently reaching for Sophiea's own, trying to hold the others. It's been a while since she'd needed to introduce herself to so many folks at once.
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.