Word had spread of her 'Uncle' fleeing for the cold northern town and once she had learned of his departure, she was filled with mixed emotions over it. He had not brought home the body of his only son, her best friend. He hadn't even come to say goodbye to her. While she understood he was a busy man, being King and all, she was of the firm belief that family should come first and foremost. With Kyrian's passing, things hadn't been easy for her.
That first night she learned the truth of his passing, she had fled to the chilly comfort of the night, sitting upon a log out of breath and crying until seemingly every fiber of her lungs was on fire and her body could produce no more sobs. While she loved her parents, and knew they would grieve, she couldn't bring herself to face anyone for a while. While she knew their hearts ached and broke, hers did as well. Recovering from the aching, numbing, soul-searing, heart-wrenching abyss of emotional turmoil wasn't going well for her.
While she had cried in Melvin's arms for quite some time, the world seemed to be there, yet not. She was often found just staring off into the distance, in a numbed state of mind. While she heard the world about her in moments like this, she was listening for the faintest whisper of familiar footsteps, a laugh, a cry of her name, or just for a boy to appear and bring her a sweet treat. Or for even the comfort of her best friends voice or arms. And none of it ever came, and the longing for her best friend grew until she gave into the abyss of oblivion; grief.
Her Papa tried all he knew to cheer her, Melvin too, even Sorvynia, but while their words and affection was appreciated, craved, and all she could cling to, she knew every day which passed her heart would be scarred. She rarely stayed in the house, save during bad weather, preferring to stay usually within a couple miles of the Villa. More often than not, it was Melvin who found her and brought her home when she was exhausted. She hadn't slept since hearing of Kyrian's passing.
Though she looked still about ten years old, her mind was more mature; seems Fae physically aged slower than Humans...or in her case, she seemed too grow more mentally than physically. For someone who appeared as a child, and whose mind was more mature, it could confuse folks, so anyone who ever came across her, just thought her to be a child who was crying. Since she hadn't gone anywhere too far from the Villa, she only had her family around her.
After that night Melvin held her until she was exhausted as she cried, she barely remembered him taking her inside to bathe, and she didn't even remember sleeping. Time had seemed to slow to a crawl and the mood about the Villa was a somber one, for a long while. She had drifted between the three most important people in her life, each comforting her in their own ways, and she returning it, but it wasn't easy.
Chores had been done after the first couple days of mourning quite intensely, and she often found herself just leaning against a horse and crying. She had even cried into the milk a few times, but it didn't affect it as far as she could tell. Eventually there was only so much grief one could take and she had ranged through so many emotions, she felt emotionally exhausted one day; to the point where she just broke down outside of a particular window that she hadn't flown too, through, or near for weeks now.
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{Earlier that morning}
Not a word had been said to anyone that morning of where she intended to go, while she tried to eat a little something. She managed to drink her juice and eat some of her breakfast, but it was clear she hadn't been eating too much, she'd lost maybe all of five pounds, but it was the fact she was paler which might cause some concern. She had been born pale of skin, but there was a slightly grey tinge to her complexion. Where her wings used to be vibrant, they were a bit more muted in hue. For those who knew her, they knew that often her wing-hues spoke of her mood. Even her violet eyes, speckled with gold, weren't as vibrant as they ought to be.
She had helped with the clean-up after breakfast and then completed her chores, which took her until about midday. Once through with her morning chores, she told her Papa that she was going to go for a walk and wouldn't be too far away. And for a nice long walk she went, spending roughly an hour out in the forest. While the day was gorgeous, and her heart was heavy, for she knew the harvests celebrations were coming, Yule would soon be upon them, and the years ahead without her dragon-boy were going to be very difficult at first...then later on she would still miss him, and think of him fondly; she always would.
There was so much she would've loved to share with him. Dances, adventures, stories, and the wonders she beheld. Maybe simply enjoying a picnic with him. Now he would never experience the adventures of life, since his had been cut so short. Her thoughts had her so distracted, she didn't even realize she had walked straight into a creek until she felt the water around her calves. Startled out of her thoughts when a fish brushed past her legs, she shrieked and scrambled to fly up onto the bank.
A jolt of agony alerted her to the fact she had grabbed something thorny, or something had stung her, and she let go of the thorny bush she'd grabbed to haul herself up. With her hand smarting rather sharply, she whimpered and sat on the ground, staring at her now bloody hand. To her horror, about five long thorns was protruding through pale flesh. These were no tiny thorns either, but ones about as a thick as a quill. Biting her lower lip, she cradled her hand and propped it on her knee, wincing from the jagged pulses of excruciating agony making her hand feel as though she held a heart within it.
Deciding it was perhaps best to not pull them out, she grabbed her hanky and wrapped her hand as gently as she could and sloppily tied it. Tears pricked her eyes but she scrubbed them away with her left hand, which wasn't the injured one. Struggling to her feet, she glanced around to check her surroundings and frowned, not recognizing the area at first. Distraught with grief and now some embarrassment at her own carelessness, she tugged her cloak around her shoulders and made her away along after deciding to follow her own footprints to retrace her way.
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Eventually she found her way back the way she'd come and began a trek towards Verial's cottage. While she knew there were bandages there and other first aid things she would need, it wasn't solely for that purpose she was going there. She wanted nothing of Verial's, but she had felt close to Kyrian for so long, she felt the need to just be as close to him as she could. No doubt there were droplets of blood on the ground, but she'd done her best to wrap her hand.
Whether the door was locked or not, a lock really wouldn't keep her out. One way or another she had always gotten into the cottage and it was usually through Kyrian's window. Feeling exhaustion plaguing her, she worked her way around the home til she was below Kyrian's window. Looking up, she stared at it for the longest of moments and realized it was closed; obviously to prevent rain, wind, and bad weather from messing up the room within.
Deciding she would just go on up, she flared her wings out and flew up to the window. A jiggle of the window helped her discover it was fastened and so she spent a couple moments willing it to open. Hearing the faint click, she grabbed the window in her good hand and shoved it up and opened. Darting in before it could close, she turned to shut it and then found her way over to Kyrian's bed, staring at it.
She wondered if he would be upset if she just sat on, but knew he had never minded. Moving to the bed, she grabbed his pillow and hugged it to her chest, burying her face in it and closing her eyes. The softness of the pillow was of course felt first, but it was the familiar scent of her beloved friend which brought more tears to her eyes. Without thinking, she curled up on the bed and rested her head on the pillow, to cry herself to sleep.
Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 3:40 pm
