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[ <.< just say this was the 9th algk ]
Holidays... There were more than the petite deer-fox liked to try keeping up with. Some were simply irrelevant but others... Carried painful memories in their wake. Reminders.
Days often drifted by. Slower sometimes, faster the rest. Aine may have forgotten about mother's day if not asked by a few npcs to help them with gifts beforehand. Flowers. A favor the druid hardly minded offering, although her smiles soon grew smaller and faker.
Aine didn't remember her family's last mother day before everything fell apart. Not in details. A fact that left her bitter. Frustrated with herself. Losing little moments... When all she had left were memories, why couldn't she hold onto them? She didn't want to forget. She had to hold onto them. But it all felt hazy now, like it all belonged to a different life. A short life. A broken life.
Left with the notion that mother's day was approaching, the druid drifted around. At a loss. Tearing up inside. Should she do anything? Should she just... Go about that day? It didn't feel right. Her father still left places at the table. They lit candles on Christmas. Little things... But they felt important. A promise not to forget.
So when the day came, Aine trotted down the steps of her father's treehouse. She made a beeline for the white temple, as she often did, though she did not go inside. She lingered on the outside instead, breathing out softly. There, she dropped a few seeds and pressed her hooves into the dirt.
Upon the druid's beckon, the flowers began to sprout and bloom into a small patch of flowers. Little blue forget-me-nots.
There, she lingered, breathing off and uneven. Hazel hues glossy, staring at the flowers in silence. Bonne fête des mères...
[/td][/tr][/table]Holidays... There were more than the petite deer-fox liked to try keeping up with. Some were simply irrelevant but others... Carried painful memories in their wake. Reminders.
Days often drifted by. Slower sometimes, faster the rest. Aine may have forgotten about mother's day if not asked by a few npcs to help them with gifts beforehand. Flowers. A favor the druid hardly minded offering, although her smiles soon grew smaller and faker.
Aine didn't remember her family's last mother day before everything fell apart. Not in details. A fact that left her bitter. Frustrated with herself. Losing little moments... When all she had left were memories, why couldn't she hold onto them? She didn't want to forget. She had to hold onto them. But it all felt hazy now, like it all belonged to a different life. A short life. A broken life.
Left with the notion that mother's day was approaching, the druid drifted around. At a loss. Tearing up inside. Should she do anything? Should she just... Go about that day? It didn't feel right. Her father still left places at the table. They lit candles on Christmas. Little things... But they felt important. A promise not to forget.
So when the day came, Aine trotted down the steps of her father's treehouse. She made a beeline for the white temple, as she often did, though she did not go inside. She lingered on the outside instead, breathing out softly. There, she dropped a few seeds and pressed her hooves into the dirt.
Upon the druid's beckon, the flowers began to sprout and bloom into a small patch of flowers. Little blue forget-me-nots.
There, she lingered, breathing off and uneven. Hazel hues glossy, staring at the flowers in silence. Bonne fête des mères...
© MADI
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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