The Portal
07-04-2018, 10:15 PM
rexanna
I had a dream you were two towns from me —
There was a part of her that wanted to go toward the Portal, to see if there was a way to escape and bring Kiada with, if she could manage to convince the fiery child to leave with her. There was another problem with the idea, however. Tembovu and Kianzo were still somewhere around here, unless they had left too. Regardless, she had woken up with the strong intention of finding a rip or a tear within the Portal that would place her somewhere else. Her eyes were bright and clear for the first time, though the orb of light she had got during the festival had vanished and instead been replaced with the paint splattered on her hindquarters by Ashamin. It now glowed intermittently. She missed the little ball of light, the way it warded off the darkness Now she was alone, again, with only Marembo to keep her company.
The polecat was curled up on her withers, under her mane that had grown long and dark, reaching well below her shoulders. The scar from Calstron dark in contrast despite her long pale coat as it had grown out due to the immense chill of winter. She still bore her trinkets, her magic boiling beneath her skin ready to be released at any target that seemed to come toward her with malicious intent. Perhaps she was a bit on edge, her time in the Rift hadn’t been great. Her children, aside from one, had all but vanished without a trace. And even the one she did see more often, she still didn’t know where they had gone. Sighing quietly through her nose, she squinted against the brazen storm she approached. Her head lowered toward her chest to try and get the most heat combined to not freeze to death in her excursion.
But as she neared the Portal, finding her way through the trees despite how difficult it was to even see them, she picked up her speed until a glinting color captured her vision. It wasn’t dark and drab like everything else was here – no, it was colorful, bright despite the light swallowing up the world around them. And for a moment, her heart stopped as she took a closer look. Of course, the blizzard would have made it difficult to see anything clear – but she knew the coloring, she knew the similar markings, and immediately her mind went to the Laurelin. What she didn’t know just yet, was that it was Galahad and not Thranduil. Instead, her mind took her back to the moments shared in a cave of secrets told and kept, and her persistence in making sure that the man who had inadvertently saved her life had received payment from Rexanna doing the same.
Her course changed, turning to where she began to barrel toward the figure, her throat tight and raw against the cold air. Her lips parted in the attempt to speak, to say his name aloud, yet when she arrived she found her lips snapping shut, the Thran- on the tip of her tongue dying as she spotted a creature that looked remarkably like him, but different. Younger, lean, tired. Snow flurried around her as she stopped, her icy eyes staring toward the stranger she hadn’t met but was certain she heard of. His name refused to come to her mind, as she struggled to remember what Thranduil had said that day in the Rainforest Cliffs. Two children with Hotaru. The time sounded right for the age of this young man before her, but she’d be lying if she said her heart didn’t drop when it wasn’t in fact the Laurelin.
“Oh… Hello.” She began, her voice light and a bit raw. “Sorry, you look like someone I know.” She admitted a bit sheepishly, apologizing for her staring as she barreled in through the trees. “It’s been a long time.” It had been at least a year since she last saw Thranduil, perhaps longer. Her eyes lifted to gaze upon the stranger, curious to know what he might say or do. She prayed to any gods listening that both he and Hotaru were okay, wherever they were.
"Talk."
The polecat was curled up on her withers, under her mane that had grown long and dark, reaching well below her shoulders. The scar from Calstron dark in contrast despite her long pale coat as it had grown out due to the immense chill of winter. She still bore her trinkets, her magic boiling beneath her skin ready to be released at any target that seemed to come toward her with malicious intent. Perhaps she was a bit on edge, her time in the Rift hadn’t been great. Her children, aside from one, had all but vanished without a trace. And even the one she did see more often, she still didn’t know where they had gone. Sighing quietly through her nose, she squinted against the brazen storm she approached. Her head lowered toward her chest to try and get the most heat combined to not freeze to death in her excursion.
But as she neared the Portal, finding her way through the trees despite how difficult it was to even see them, she picked up her speed until a glinting color captured her vision. It wasn’t dark and drab like everything else was here – no, it was colorful, bright despite the light swallowing up the world around them. And for a moment, her heart stopped as she took a closer look. Of course, the blizzard would have made it difficult to see anything clear – but she knew the coloring, she knew the similar markings, and immediately her mind went to the Laurelin. What she didn’t know just yet, was that it was Galahad and not Thranduil. Instead, her mind took her back to the moments shared in a cave of secrets told and kept, and her persistence in making sure that the man who had inadvertently saved her life had received payment from Rexanna doing the same.
Her course changed, turning to where she began to barrel toward the figure, her throat tight and raw against the cold air. Her lips parted in the attempt to speak, to say his name aloud, yet when she arrived she found her lips snapping shut, the Thran- on the tip of her tongue dying as she spotted a creature that looked remarkably like him, but different. Younger, lean, tired. Snow flurried around her as she stopped, her icy eyes staring toward the stranger she hadn’t met but was certain she heard of. His name refused to come to her mind, as she struggled to remember what Thranduil had said that day in the Rainforest Cliffs. Two children with Hotaru. The time sounded right for the age of this young man before her, but she’d be lying if she said her heart didn’t drop when it wasn’t in fact the Laurelin.
“Oh… Hello.” She began, her voice light and a bit raw. “Sorry, you look like someone I know.” She admitted a bit sheepishly, apologizing for her staring as she barreled in through the trees. “It’s been a long time.” It had been at least a year since she last saw Thranduil, perhaps longer. Her eyes lifted to gaze upon the stranger, curious to know what he might say or do. She prayed to any gods listening that both he and Hotaru were okay, wherever they were.
"Talk."
— got to sleep,
spent the whole night running.
@Galahad :D
AND HERE YOU ARE, LIVING, DESPITE IT ALL
