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Clementine
Currently championing:
#1

GOOD DAY, SUNSHINE.


Clementine came to slowly, still trying to understand just what had happened. Her memories were fuzzy, consumed by darkness and flashing pinpricks of vibrant blue light.  She remembered mother screaming at her to run while she kept her shield illuminated behind her - trying to keep the shadows at bay.  She remembered A’mal, guiding her towards the Portal where the blue light pierced the oncoming darkness.  

She remembered the sensation of falling…

And then nothing. 

Then she was here. 

Alone. 

Where were they all now?  Where was Mama?  Where was A’mal?  Where was Melita?  She had just assumed that Mama was following her, but she wasn’t here.  She squeezed her eyes shut as feelings threatened to overwhelm her.  She should have waited! She should have made sure Mama was following her! The flower girl sucked in a deep breath and called upon all of her strength not to break.  But this place was strange, wet, and cold.  She’d never been anywhere that looked like this before.  And she’d never been alone. Not truly.  

Nestled in the hair of her forelock, Prudence gave a mournful cry, though the little bird felt as if her wings were made of lead. The bird shivered in her nest of hair and flowers, and Clementine worried she was doomed to lose her companion as well as her family.  

The girl unfolded her spindly legs gently, wincing as she found them somewhat tender after her tumble into this land.  What was this place?  Was she safe here? 

”Mama? Melita?” She cried, pitifully, but refused to let the tears that brimmed in her eyes fall. 



C L E M E N T I N E
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Magics:

:: [ Magic: Light | Able to sense the emotions of others. ] 
:: [ Restrictions | Must be within 10m, requires permission. ]

:: [ Magic: EarthxWind (P) | Smells like orange blossoms. ] 
:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]
^ SAFE

Enchanted items
None

Rift-god / Kaos items
:: [ Item: Glowing Blue Scale | Small scale from the body of the Rift Crocodile God ]


Amulets : 1 Sun Amulet

Companion/s : 
Prudence - Blue Jay - Born 06-25-2017 - 0 Months

Species change (if applicable) : n/a

Requests:  None. :)

Also has a regular flower crown item. 

Please tag Clementine in every post.
Force and magic are permitted, but please check before inflicting serious injury.
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Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#2
The shadows breathe—they hiss with a vengeance so unlike anything in other worlds. It is an anger borne of sadness, desperation, and loss. Also starvation; the shadows are hungry. So, when the smell of flowers suddenly fill the clearing, the red-tinged shades gorge themselves on the feast. They tighten in, deeper and closer around the small filly; hungry, feasting, more more more—

Only to quickly fade away, satisfied… for now.
the Rift


[ TRANSFER NOTES: CLEMENTINE ]

Magic:
Offensive: Able to sense others' emotions.
Transformation: Smells like orange blossoms.

Rift-god / Kaos items:
Glowing Blue Crocodile God Scale
A hissing snarl fills the shadows around you; vines twist and reach and plunge into your nose, throat, ears--but do they? The illusion fades, but something has noticed the glowing blue scale you carry.

Amulets:
The lone amulet hums softly, growing hot against your skin, before being absorbed by hungry, gleeful shadows.

Companion:
Prudence: Blue Jay
Obtained: 25 June 2017
Birth Date: Mid-Drench 1173

You can keep the normal item! Please make note of it in your profile, with link to this thread as proof.
Melita
Currently championing:
#3
One moment there had been brutality (she’d recognized it in the glimpses of death and desecration, the way the earth had been ruined, soiled, spoiled, how she’d wanted to cry out to those fearless warriors, how she’d wanted to join them but she’d been too little, yet fierce; how the apprehension had still curled down her chest, how she’d stood there, stock still, uncertain of anything), and the next, they’d all fallen.
 
Then it was the unknown all over again – like she’d been reborn, reincarnated, and forced to learn every spot, every sanction, every haven, every sanctuary, and when she blinked out into the shadows, the mist, the curling, listless, languid fog; there was nothing familiar. There was no sand, no draconic awakenings, no pleasant sun, no mother pressing her maw to her crown, no Geen promising another flight lesson – just the eternal, unknown abyss, sinister in its incantations, coaxing and enticing in its eldritch windings. She coughed and sputtered, released a breath she’d been holding, then pressed her eyes together, imagining that this was all a dream, some heedless nightmare because she’d been present for calamity and it was over, it was over, and when she woke again they’d be home, safe and sound, tucked into dunes and tidings of another day, another promise –
 
But the honeybee child opened her gaze, and nothing had changed.
 
Sila murmured, a vigilant, tiny lightning storm tucked between her feathers, and Melita hastened her near, tucked her close to her chest, whispered sonnets and stanzas and silly stories her mother had spoken once. It was all she could do to keep her fear at bay, to not let it wash over her completely, to not let herself surrender to the terror, to the horror, of the bewitching unknown (any other day she might have been tempted to race into the surroundings and see what the world had to offer, but it wasn’t her empire, aglow and incandescent). She swallowed down the horror, the screams, the rigid, curled stance, trying to untangle her legs, attempting not to cry into the glistening flickers of Sila’s coat. Her stare shifted along the fog, hoping for clarity, for her mother or sister to come waltzing into the doom and save her from a lifetime of lost whims and wishes, even Geen, because he seemed powerful and like he could’ve taken on any monsters coiled into the void.
 
Her sister’s little shout managed to bound for her soul though, and the girl quickly yelled back, always loud, always raucous, daring, bold, intrepid. “Clem!” She hollered again and again, twitching her ears, trying to follow the sound of her twin’s voice, she’d known it all her life and would do so until the end of their days, widening her nostrils to take in the sweet smell of flowers, and then she knew, she knew, she was there - followed and beholden and reached out to snag her sibling in a ferocious, necessary hug, clinging to her as if life depended on it (and perhaps it did), nape thrown over her neck, maw pressed into her beautiful mane. “Clem, I’m so glad to see you,” Melita whispered, not backing away, just holding, embracing. “Have you seen mom?” She murmured too, right into her lovely tassels, so if the girl wanted to pretend she hadn’t heard it, that their world wasn’t falling completely apart, she could. 


Melita
the fires found a home in me
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Magics:

{*]SAFE (:: [ Magic: Earth | Able to summon a swarm of bees. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Lasts for 30 seconds. ]\n\n\n\n{*}SAFE (:: [ Magic: EarthxWind (P) | Smells like honey. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]\n\nEnchanted items\n{*}SAFE (:: [ Item: Enchanted Flower Crown | Flower Crown, enchanted so the flowers never die. ])\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n\n{*}(:: [ Item: Trinket | A figurine of the crocodile god with a gold glow. ])\n\nCompanion/s : \n\n[*}(Sila - Plain Wakiya Zephyr - Early Drench - Obtained June 28th, 2017)
Yael
Currently championing:
#4

yael

Yael waits. And waits. And waits. She stands quietly behind them all as they funnel through, the inner corners of her mouth raw and bloody from every time she bit her cheek to stifle another cry of despair. Isopia. Ru. Sacre. Ampere. And these are only the first of her tremulous thoughts. She adds them to those already on her list: Aviva, Rhys, Vanquish, Kratos, Krys… even those names are hard to remember. But she keeps them alive in her head, the victims she’s partially responsible for, the ones she will have to answer to come judgement day.

With the past comes a whole extra deluge of problems, something she literally hadn’t thought about until now: if she goes in to the Portal, there’s no coming back out, is there? Which means she leaves her whole family behind for good. Forever. There’s no going back. That more than anything, makes her start to panic.

Does he know what he asks of her? Does he know the sacrifice he demands of them, of the innocent, of those who just want to live their fucking lives? No, of course not, Kaos doesn’t give a shit, even about the clever little one. She stumbled upon a land that did him wrong and now she must pay, pay for nothing but an open, needy heart and a desire to see the good in the world. Who looked past the treachery to read his words? Who believed he was there for good? While a war wages along for the bodies and magics and lifeblood of Helovians, so does a war wage inside her for her future and her past. There are two options: try to flee the Portal and risk the shadows (and her son’s life!) or believe that she’s given her family everything she possibly can, that they don’t need her anymore, and that they long ago accepted her as dead. Move forward, or move back, there is no other course. Who’s death would she cause if she tried to run, to (somehow) find her way back to B’kanna?

And in the end it’s useless, isn’t it? What would happen to Zani?

Even with that realization, Yael cannot immediately bring herself to voluntarily walk through the Portal. When the tide stems to a trickle and the gasps and wailings of her fellow Helovians have quieted, when the dead are but smoke and the land is a graveyard, she walks to the edge of the suctioning force. Her gaze narrows as she looks into the abyss, feeling nothing but a mixture of numbness and constriction, a sense of paralyzing doom as her bonded shivers and frets in the curve of her shoulder blades. There isn’t much time now, and Yael has to take one last look back at Helovia… at what lies beyond. Just as she stood at the cliffs of the Edge a year, so stands she now on a precipice from which there is no turning back - she will never lay eyes on Etro again, see Zilpah’s daughter, look up at her handsome, kind Gaza, or laugh at Alek and Qatar. Her dreams are dust. Ashes. And there, they will remain.

Blindingly hot tears well in her eyes as she wrenches her head back around and allows the force to suck her in, hoping against all hope that she and Zani end up together on the other side.

When she arrives, beaten and bruised and sick thrice over (mentally, physically, emotionally), the tiny gold woman finds herself in a neon, mist-filled forest, like something out of a nightmare. Shadows seem to shift and writhe in the corners of her eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that she is halfway through her pregnancy, she would have immediately shifted into her dragon form, but no… she can’t risk it. Zani yowls from somewhere in the bushes, a sick sort of a sound that sours her stomach even further. The thoughts from him are jumbled into a general feeling of unwell and vomit and dizzy. He totters out of the shrubbery, unsteady and unfocused. She can do nothing but nuzzle him comfortingly and tenderly lift him up to his usual place.

They need to find someone… quickly. The sound of a childish voice (calling to another, maybe?) makes her ears twist towards it, and she loudly adds her voice to the mix. “Xello?... Xello?”

trust your heart if the seas catch fire

live by love, though the stars walk backwards

Image © littlewillow-art



@Melita
@Clementine

Magic:
(*) SAFE - :: [ Magic: Earth | Ability to transform into a silver dragon. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Immobilized for 10 sec ]

Enchanted Items:
(*) SAFE - :: [ Item: Cloak | Defensive. Medium sized fleece cloak. Repels inclement weather. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Offers little protection in battle. ]

Rift God/Kaos Items:
Zani, her companion, was given to her by Kaos

Amulet:
1 Moon Amulet

Companion:
Zani - Serval - Early Drench, 1173 - Obtained June, 2017

Requests: Plz don't hurt Zani D:
Anything else goes!
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GIDON - unborn colt (Graasvoel x Yael)

Magic:
(*) SAFE - :: [ Magic: Earth | Becomes twice as strong when angry ]
:: [ Restrictions | Lasts 30 sec. If engaging in violence while angry, exertion leaves him twice as drained. ]
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#5
It wraps around you like an obscene blanket—choking where it should be comforting, heavy where it should be light, cold where it should be warm. It hisses and bubbles, it beats and it breathes, slipping in with your own breaths, pooling in your blood.
the Rift

[ TRANSFER NOTES: MELITA ]

Magic:
Offensive: Able to summon a swarm of bees.
Vanity Magic: Smells like honey.

Items:
Vanity: A flower crown, enchanted to preserve the flowers.

God Item:
It glows brighter. And it, too, smells of honey.

Companion:
Sila: Zephyr
Obtained: June 28 2017
Birth Date: Mid-Drench 1173

[ TRANSFER NOTES: YAEL ]

Magic:
Transformation: Can transform into a silver dragon.

Items:
Vanity: A fleece cloak which repels inclement weather.

Amulets:
Your amulet starts shrieking, before exploding and scalding your skin with the liquid metals touch you.

Companion:
Zani: Serval
Obtained: 26 May 2017
Birth Date: Early Drench, 1173

[ TRANSFER NOTES: GIDON ]

Magic:
Offensive: Becomes twice as strong when angry. (HE SHOULD BE GREEN TOO.)
Clementine
Currently championing:
#6

GOOD DAY, SUNSHINE.


Clementine’s breaths came quickly and raggedly as she took her first unsteady steps in the Rift. The sunshine girl looked around frantically, searching for anything that was remotely familiar.  Even the shapes that the trees made here were foreign.  Everything screamed different.  Under different circumstances, she may have been excited to explore a place like this.  But not like this.  Not all alone.  Not when she wasn’t sure if she’d lost everything and everyone she loved.  From between her ears, Prudence gave a small chirp of reassurance before burrowing further into the soft strands of hair, trying to keep warm and stem the endless shivers.

And then the shadows came.  Possessed as if they were actually alive and not shadows at all.  The amulet she’d worn so proudly around her neck grows hot. She doesn’t even have time to cry out before the shadows greedily steal it away.  But that’s not the worst of it.  Then the hissing and the snarling begins.  The flower girl takes an unsteady step backwards, and if signaled by some unseen force, vines appear from nowhere.  They plunge into the girl’s nose, her ears, her throat.  She cannot scream but the panic is overwhelming.  She is hyperventilating but cannot get air into her lungs.  Just as her eyes are about to roll back in her head...the vines disappear.  The girl collapses in a heap, too exhausted to let out the scream that the vines had stifled. She took a few moments to catch her breath, to attempt to recover from whatever that had been before a familiar voice pulled her back to reality.

She pulled herself to her feet once more as the distinctive voice of her sister pierced the strange surroundings.  She knew it was Melita.  She just knew it.  She closed the distance from her sister and said nothing for the first few moments, just held her sister as close as she could.  She pressed face against Melita’s shoulder, memorizing her scent all over again. ”Melly, you’re okay,” she finally managed to murmur, out loud.  ”I was hoping Mama was with you.  I saw her and A’mal but not since before…” her voice drifted off as the memories came flooding back, causing the girl to shiver against her sister’s side.  ”She was using her shield,” she offered, in way of explanation,  ”I thought she was right behind me!” the flower girl said, quietly.

She only pulled away from her sister’s embrace when she heard the sounds of another.  She pulled her head away from her sister’s side and looked in the direction of the sound.  It was an unfamiliar, accented greeting, but didn’t sound unfriendly.

”Hello? Are you from Helovia too?” the sunshine girl asked, wondering if this pegasus knew anything of the whereabouts of their mother.

C L E M E N T I N E
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Melita
Currently championing:
#7
Something warped, something decrepit, curled along her spine, and she fought to tug her sister closer, to evade the oncoming storm, to shirk and hide before it became misery – it stifled down in her lungs, clawed and grasped, nipped and tore from within. It seemed to rest there, depraved and alone, a singular essence of vile torrents and debauched decadence, stuck to her heart, until Sila began reaching for her in a rush of feathers and sparks. Melita breathed easier then, (didn’t tell her kin; kept it locked away, hidden) but it was all so strange, all so alarming, all so horrifying – but she couldn’t show Clementine her fear, her apprehension, the stifling, unwavering trepidation flowing through her, shaking her to the very snippets of her soul. She wanted her mother, gentle and comforting, strong and warm. She wanted her sister to be safe, secure, and whole. She wanted the nightmares to stop clinging to her thoughts, for the images to bleed away, for the terrifying lilt of death and desecration to peel off into the abyss, never to return (but they’d all gone too far, seen too much, and she knew, deep in the strings, the threads, of her existence, that there was no going back). So she fought and fought and fought, because it was all she knew, all she understood, to stay afloat, to not shake, to not shudder, to not rattle and flutter in the violent wind.

But her first wish didn’t come true. Clem’s words echo within her ears in tiny, heedless beats (hoping Mama was with you), and she instantly wondered if she’d made a mistake, caused an error, evaded and escaped without looking back to see where their beautiful mother had gone, if she was supposed to have followed or arrived earlier or found her in the midst of all these broken tides. The panic unsettled her, the rawness, the notion of being alone with no adult to guide them, with no loved one showing them the way (wherever that happened to me; everything was a mystery, a shadow, a beacon towards enigmas). The Throat had been full of elders and warriors, beasts who could unleash righteous fury, bestial annihilation, and here, here they had no one to run to, nowhere to hide, no great monsters ready and eager to fight other fiends and cretins.

She’d keep Clem safe though. It was her only pledge, her only assurance, echoing right from the chambers of her fierce, ferocious heart.

“I’m sorry,” Melita admitted, and apologies were hard when there was naught else for them to stand on but the weight of misery and melancholy; a drugged, dragged soulless enterprise she didn’t want to murmur again. “I didn’t see where she went.” She should’ve looked, should’ve glanced, should’ve chased after – and she ground her teeth in frustration, furrowing her brows and only daring to peek her twin’s shoulder, staring at the ground in disbelief of her own ineptitude. “We’ll find her,” she replied, in a stronger, forceful tone (it relished a savage quality, an oath made from steel and not silk).

They only pulled away when another noise trumpeted through the surroundings. Hope of all hopes had buoyed (because maybe it was their dam after all!), and then plummeted at the heavy accent, at the unknown, foreign decibels and sounds. She turned her head regardless, half dreading the notion of more beasts lurking in the dark, and half curious, a bottled up flame of inquiry hastened amidst her form. “Who are you?” The child called out in return, a voice woven with too many thoughts and too many feelings.


Melita
the fires found a home in me
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@Yael @Clementine
Yael
Currently championing:
#8

yael

Before the golden woman can say or do anything, the amulets around her neck begin to shriek (literally), until they crack, spattering her with molten metal and eliciting quite the series of high-pitched gasps from a mouth which tried to stifle them. It didn’t work, naturally, because liquid metal isn’t something one can easily bite back the pain from. Yael whimpers ever so softly, taking a rare moment to allow herself to want to melt along with the bits of magic which flee their Helovian cages.

Luckily, the girls aren’t scared by her outburst; it’s likely that they’ve experienced their own unpleasant sensations while traveling through the portal - and they aren’t so young as to be utterly terrified and vulnerable. The tiny pegasus offers them what she thinks is a calming smile, while giving them a quick, curious once-over. They appear to be close, mirroring each other’s words, like twins often do. And yet they do not look alike, do not even both have wings, or an inherited similar marking. It’s funny how genetics work. It doesn’t even occur to Yael that one of them has wings similar to Gaal, so preoccupied is she by other thoughts.

Yes, I am from Xelovia,” she replies quietly, “I vas ze Seer een ze Edge… before…” Before there were no Gods to serve, save Kaos. But perhaps it will be comforting to them, for a liaison to the Gods is surely to be trusted. Isn’t she? One of their voices trembles, full of everything the much older woman attempts to viciously beat down. Hide it. Be a strong. Go into mother dragon mode. She breathes deeply and looks from filly to filly, and then back again. “I am Yael. Vhat are your names… ah, do you need some xelp?”  

Give her something to do. Anything. Let her begin her penance here and now, in the first minutes of her new life.

trust your heart if the seas catch fire

live by love, though the stars walk backwards

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@Melita @Clementine @Graasvoel
Sorry this took so long : /
Clementine
Currently championing:
#9

GOOD DAY, SUNSHINE.

The possibility of their mother being gone hadn’t even really registered as a possibility in Clementine’s mind.  Surely she had just been caught in the chaos.  Maybe she’d just come through the portal somewhere else and was looking for them as they spoke.  That flicker of hope burned brightly in the flower child’s chest, refusing to be extinguished against the incredible odds. Perhaps there was a whole group from the herd who’d made it here, because it just didn’t make sense that they’d be alone...right?  Of course, Clem knew that that not all of her former herdmates would have made it through the portal.  Because she’d seen…

She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought, trying to chase away the memories and the flood of dread that welled up with them. But then Melita’s voice was there - soothing all the fears she dared not voice aloud. “Don’t apologize, it was hard to see anything,” the sunshine girl says in a decidedly cloudy tone.  There was so much - too much - happening.  Kaos had truly lived up to his name in the final moments of Helovia.  “I’m just glad you’re here,” she said, putting emphasis on the fact that she was overjoyed at the fact that she had her sister. Surviving the loss of her twin was simply...unimaginable.  “Maybe she’s here with others from the Throat?” the flower-child questioned, thinking there simply had to be others from their former home.  She clung to that thread of optimism fiercely, before her attention flickered to the voice in the shadows.

Even though she wasn’t from the throat, Clem didn’t feel nervous around this stranger. She’d been displaced from her home too, right?  She was just so confused, and the presence of a seemingly friendly adult was reassuring. Perhaps she was too quick to trust, but given the circumstances she couldn’t help herself. “We’re from the Throat. Mama was a healer there.” The sunshine girl said, softly, well aware of how pitiful her voice sounded but unable to do anything about it.  Here orange eyes immediately flicked towards the ground, and for a moment Clementine focused her attention on the strange vegetation here in a valiant attempt to hold herself together.  Everything here was strange. Even the plants. Mama used to keep all sorts of herbs and plants, but never anything like the things here.

“I’m Clementine.” She said, looking over to the pegasus and back to her sister. However, the flower-child had more to say and the wariness was evident all over her face. “I think…” she started, looking from Melita, to the adult, and back again, “I think that we should leave this place. I don’t think it’s safe here.”

Little did Clementine know that it wasn’t safe anywhere in this strange place.


C L E M E N T I N E
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@Melita

D: 1000 years later.

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Force and magic are permitted, but please check before inflicting serious injury.
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Melita
Currently championing:
#10
Had she been deprived of Clementine, Melita wasn’t sure if she’d be able to survive. Her sister’s voice was a balm, a soothing edge to the storm building inside her little figure, and she breathed easily, exhaled in a pressing sigh, as the blossoms offered her comfort instead of scorn. She wanted to say she’d do everything in her power to ensure their safety, to find, discover, and hope for the best, but the words died in her throat – she had no way to pulling it off, of expanding on promises and declarations. The world was too vast, too unknown, too everything, and the honeybee girl was torn between sliding emotions and plunging airs. She yearned for so many things at once and none of them were happening, none of them were spiraling, none of them came to fruition – it would take all of her efforts to see them through. “I couldn’t do this without you,” she whispered, eyes taking in her sister’s beautiful, gentle form and committing it to more than memory, proffering every ounce of veracity, of truth, in that singular sentence. She nodded her assent to the other questions surrounding the flowers, the petals, the pearls - determination carving its way through her heart, through her barrel, through her wings. They could ask the others they came across, they could explore, they could do a thousand other things to ensure their mother had made it to this plain too. She didn’t want to think, didn’t want to believe, there were any other options (she was here, somewhere).

The stranger had a peculiar accent Melita had yet to ever hear before, attention deviating to sorting out the syllables and dialects, tilting her head in intense curiosity and scrutiny – wishing she’d known her before (in Helovia), because then she’d feel safer, she’d be trusting, she’d be more than a simple child thrust into chaos and anarchy. Clementine took over introductions, another reason to feel grateful, because Melita wasn’t sure who to confide or believe in, punctured by the deceitful whims of a false-God. “I’m Melita,” she declared, puffing out her wings, her feathers, so they looked larger, a bit intimidating in the face of the unknown; protective of one of the few things she had left in the world.

When her twin craved safety, shelter, a port in the storm (and the stalwart girl wondered just the same - how were they going to find it when they didn’t even know where they were?), she obliged her with a little grin, a tiny indent of a smile, attempting to smother the discomfort, the apprehension, sliding its way through her soul. “Let’s find somewhere close by, in case mother comes looking for us.” Her words were full of hope and aspirations, unaware of how quickly they could be shorn in the upcoming upheavals, the intangible threads of sedition, no splendor, no direction, no escape. Then, for a snippet of time, she stared back at the other mare, willing to help them, but lost just the same. “You can come too, if you’d like?”

Thereafter, she turned into the fog, into the abyss, carrying her head high and her eyes wide; already immersed in the threads of the void.


Melita
the fires found a home in me
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@Yael @Clementine