07-17-2018, 12:05 PM
✯ — Goodbye, I'm sorry. I love you, please don't forget that. Smile for me.
Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. A cycle old as day and night. As the brilliant lights up above faded into the early hours of dawn, a lone figure listlessly followed a cawing bird. They cast their shadow over plain, river, forest and mountain for days. An invisible string, a pull on the below figure urged to continue forward. Go on. Keep going. Don't lose him.
A single chocolate hue gleamed in the dim light, dim with exhaustion and a pain that was not as physical. The other, useless already, was covered. The left half of her face was a garden of yellow and blue buttercups. What started as two had morphed into more than ten. It didn't matter. It had happened before. Don't care. It made no difference. That eye had lost it's sight a long time ago, to the very same flowers.
Where paws once left a track of blooming life, nothing followed the figure. In the pale gleams of sun, barely overtaking the horizon, her slender form was small and fragile marking out the shape of a north american pine marten. Her rounded ears, torn at the tips from the claws of a friend, flicked, uninterested in listening to the morning chorus as lovely as it was.
Her metal claws were dull, smudged with dirt from a long journey. One she could not stop. Not until she fulfilled her goal, but every single day it become smaller and her hope sank lower into the ocean of despair the marten had long been drowning in. Alex, Prague, Stevie, Shine, it was her mantra. Her prayer. She could not follow three, but the forth...
She stumbled into trees, almost surprised at the sudden appearance of a forest. The chorus had to have come from somewhere. A hawk's alarmed cry kept her awake. "Calum," the always quiet voice cracked from lack of use. "Hush." The way she was, the once resolute Lessa Ren Solo could not sense anything. Her extended awareness had faded long into her trying journey and whether or not they came back, she no longer cared. Her tired brow creased as she raised her neck, peering blearily into the trees.
Once, in days gone, the traveling marten might have smiled, exasperation lining her face as the sharp-shined hawk never headed her call. She had never truly minded her companion's attitude, it was part of why she loved him. Love. Some nights she wanted to cry, and others she wanted to laugh. Not happily... Cynically, perhaps. No humor gleamed in her spirit. All her loved ones were gone, or too far away for her to get back to. Now, when Calum took off at a sudden new speed, Lessa could only falter, a protest lingering on her lips before she grit her teeth and trudged in pursuit. Silly bird.
Her paws did not take her far. They slipped and staggered until she landed before a field of flowers. The bird - carrying all her medical supplies no less - zipped across the sky, circling over... Somewhere, but she could not see. Tired. Her weak lungs heaved as she brought in air, her weak determination cracking further. The marten lay in the grass, a field of blooming life flickering in and out of focus.
Had she forgotten how beautiful flowers could be?
Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. A cycle old as day and night. As the brilliant lights up above faded into the early hours of dawn, a lone figure listlessly followed a cawing bird. They cast their shadow over plain, river, forest and mountain for days. An invisible string, a pull on the below figure urged to continue forward. Go on. Keep going. Don't lose him.
A single chocolate hue gleamed in the dim light, dim with exhaustion and a pain that was not as physical. The other, useless already, was covered. The left half of her face was a garden of yellow and blue buttercups. What started as two had morphed into more than ten. It didn't matter. It had happened before. Don't care. It made no difference. That eye had lost it's sight a long time ago, to the very same flowers.
Where paws once left a track of blooming life, nothing followed the figure. In the pale gleams of sun, barely overtaking the horizon, her slender form was small and fragile marking out the shape of a north american pine marten. Her rounded ears, torn at the tips from the claws of a friend, flicked, uninterested in listening to the morning chorus as lovely as it was.
Her metal claws were dull, smudged with dirt from a long journey. One she could not stop. Not until she fulfilled her goal, but every single day it become smaller and her hope sank lower into the ocean of despair the marten had long been drowning in. Alex, Prague, Stevie, Shine, it was her mantra. Her prayer. She could not follow three, but the forth...
She stumbled into trees, almost surprised at the sudden appearance of a forest. The chorus had to have come from somewhere. A hawk's alarmed cry kept her awake. "Calum," the always quiet voice cracked from lack of use. "Hush." The way she was, the once resolute Lessa Ren Solo could not sense anything. Her extended awareness had faded long into her trying journey and whether or not they came back, she no longer cared. Her tired brow creased as she raised her neck, peering blearily into the trees.
Once, in days gone, the traveling marten might have smiled, exasperation lining her face as the sharp-shined hawk never headed her call. She had never truly minded her companion's attitude, it was part of why she loved him. Love. Some nights she wanted to cry, and others she wanted to laugh. Not happily... Cynically, perhaps. No humor gleamed in her spirit. All her loved ones were gone, or too far away for her to get back to. Now, when Calum took off at a sudden new speed, Lessa could only falter, a protest lingering on her lips before she grit her teeth and trudged in pursuit. Silly bird.
Her paws did not take her far. They slipped and staggered until she landed before a field of flowers. The bird - carrying all her medical supplies no less - zipped across the sky, circling over... Somewhere, but she could not see. Tired. Her weak lungs heaved as she brought in air, her weak determination cracking further. The marten lay in the grass, a field of blooming life flickering in and out of focus.
Had she forgotten how beautiful flowers could be?
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