Gone, gone away | Grief

[Onyxdreams]

~ ☼ As the call of her name drifted from the mouth of her den, the casilisk sunk deeper into her bed, burying her face deeper into the fabric.  She remembered someone mentioning before that crying made you feel better, but that was a lie, if anything it was just making her feel worse and worse. She wasn't alright, she felt awful, like her heart was slowly being crushed in her chest, and the thought was enough to pull another choked sob from her. There was no reply at the request for entry, save for the her continued crying and the quiet creak of her bed as she curled up under her sheets. She didn't know if she wanted to have Winter by her side or not, part of her longed for the company, to have someone to keep her from being alone, but...part of her wanted to be alone, if only so that no one had to see her like this.

The weather...it had been nice as of late, the gradual change into Spring making it easier and easier for her to be outside for longer periods of time. The mention of her mother, however, only intensified her sobs for several long moments, but the worst part of it was that he was right, she would have wanted her to enjoy these days. It seemed like such a far off thing now, and if she went outside right now she doubted that she'd find the experience an enjoyable one, not right now at least. 'Not right now'...it was strange, she knew that someday she'd get over this, that the pain would lessen with time, but it really didn't feel like that, if anything it felt like it might never really go away, and it was a scary thought.

What Winter said next wasn't something she expected, her sobs quieting if only from the surprise she felt overwhelming her for a bit. Stay...with them? She had already been spending a lot of time there, after all Swordkit was her friend, in fact, she'd go as far as to say that he was her best friend right now. "S-Stay...with you?" She...she would have visited anyways, she knew she would, to see Sword, but...to live there, all the time? Shifting, ever so slowly, she set her paws on the hard floor, and crept to the entrance of her den, bed left in disarray behind her. Gently nosing aside the curtain that covered the mouth of her den, she looked up at the legate, still sniffling and breathing heavily, eyes red and fur wet and matted from her tears. Shakily, her wings lifted from her back, reaching forward and stretching out wide to Winter, in what could have only been a silent request for a hug