Broken Doll

This year had been the worst year in all of Maude’s life, and she was sure that it would be, for the rest of time.   The tears had never stopped falling from her cheeks; from the moment the shadow devoured her childhood home and chased she and her herd from the Moon’s wood, she had wept, and, even now, though her eyes had long since cried all the tears they could muster, she could still feel them burning, welling air, for that was all they had left to spare in memory of her home.   Even when she falls through the portal, the touch of someone pushing her still lingering upon her shoulder, the utter desolation which besieges her leaves the girl folded, and quietly shuddering with her sobs where she lands.  She does not notice the horrible mist, or the strange glow, she does not even look up, her eyes merely clenched such, her knees folded, and her muzzle worrying the soft backs of her knees.   The garden, her beloved plant friends…   Zubari’s mother…   The fortune teller, with the frightening eyes…   Doctor… Doctor Sacre (his name no longer funny, not at all, only sad, so very sad), and his sweet foxes…   The memory of it all won’t leave her head.  It plays on loop, and in between, she sees her father, and her mother.  She sees Byron, and Jude, and Ultima, and Barty…   Everyone who had not been there.   Everyone who may not be here, now, ever, because Helovia was gone.  How could they find her, now?  How could they ever get to be a family again?   A low wail rises around her, one which she realizes comes from her, but even when she tries, she can’t make it stop.  She can’t ease the trembling of her body or the shuddering of her soul as it shatters into fragments of glass, which grind into dust.  She cannot quell the ache of her eyes that weep nothing, because all they had to cry was not enough.   “D-d-d-daddyyyyy!” mournfully wails the dove, her muzzle suddenly thrust to the peculiar sky, her heart reaching out for him in this strange, distant world.  Afraid and hopeful for him all the same, the girl more quietly whimpers to herself:  “I need you!  I need you to…to c-c-ome…”   Home.   But she cannot muster it, this lie about a place that is nothing, now, and the sound of her voice is again quelled by piteous whimpers and sniffles, the maiden far too overwhelmed to carry on with any semblance of strength.       Magics:   {*]SAFE PLZ \n:: [ Magic: EarthxWind | Ability to summon leaf-laden winds that heal wounds. ] \n :: [ Restrictions | Larger wounds require more leaves/energy/focus. ]\n{*}DANGERZONE\n:: [ Magic: EarthxTime (P) | The tree marking on her leg gains/loses leaf markings to mimic seasonal changes. ] \n :: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]\n \nEnchanted items\n{*}SAFE PLZ :: [ Item: Custom Cloak | A green/seafoam layered chiffon cloak with large pockets of endless carrying capacity. ]\n :: [ Restrictions | Items still maintain their natural weight. ]\n{*}DANGERZONE (was told magical plants were enchanted items by Neo so putting dis here) :: [ Item: Flower Pots | Small, light blue glass flower pots. (3) ]\n{*}\n- Contains: Nightshade, Glow Wood Tree Sapling, and Windchime Roses\n \nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}n.a\n \nAmulets : 2 total \n \nCompanion/s :\n[*}n.a   Species change (if applicable) :  n.a   Requests: Please keep her healing magic. <3   Has these non-enchanted items from Helovia: :: [ Item: Jewelry | String of pearls. ] :: [ Item: Jewelry  | A small length of green silk bound with a strand of pearls. ] :: [ Item: Jewelry | A pearl studded horn decoration. ] :: [ Item: Watering Can | A light blue glass watering can. ] :: [ Item: Pouch | Small brown pouch with pearl drawstrings. ] :: [ Item: Leg Guards | Defensive. 2/4 Rose gold leg guards with nature themed engravings. ] :: [ Restrictions | Will break down with use. ]

Art by TheCallyBear@ DA