A R A H

If we truly see the beauty in simplicity, maybe you and me could soothe the beast and live blissfully?

Everything - every place, every smell, every sound, every person - was new. The doe looked towards the the outline of the Delumine, the Dawn Court. Even from such a distance it was very impressive. Never before had she resided in a residence like this. Settling under a tree she closed her eyes and allowed the sounds of her new home to flood in. The birds, the rustling of the trees. It was all so incredibly peaceful. Inhaling deeply she allowed the calm to fill her, eased the more anxious thoughts from her mind. The snap of a twig made her eyes fly open and she looked over her shoulder. There was a ripple of movement, the shadows shifted. Standing she slowly stepped away peering into the trees trying to catch sight of whatever was there. Wynter was away hunting and Arah knew it was too soon for her bonded to have returned. Inhaling deeply she frowned when no scent stood out to her. Perhaps it had only been a bird or animal, no need to let previous experiences send her into a fear spiral. Instead she just needed to be on her guard, moving away from the sound she wove further into the trees. The silver doe moved slowly keeping a ear out but, for now at least, it seemed whatever had been moving around her was gone. Sighing deeply she settled her nerves and instead returned her focus on to her surroundings. This forest had similarities to others. In the way the leaves whispered in the breeze, the bird calls and noises, the cracks of branches and rustling of other movements throughout the forest. 

Breathing in deeply she exhaled the worry. Almost immediately her nervousness lessened, it had taken her a long time to learn how to ease the anxiety from her body. While she was far from mastering it, the skill had come in use with helping her through her grief. It cleared her mind and enabled her to operate in the world as an actual being. Not just a body that reacted. Coming to a clearing in the forest she could not suppress the gasp of shock that escaped her painted lips. The trees grew around the opening, framing it as the sun shone down onto the grass illuminating the meadow. If she didn’t know better she would have said that small magical creatures must live in this meadow. It seemed too beautiful to be apart of this world. Walking into the field she allowed the moment to completely capture her. The warmth of the sun beat down onto her back and she closed her eyes, allowing the heat to flood through her. Smiling she breathed in deeply again. An old song came to mind and she hummed the tune, softly. It flowed from her memories, the noise reverberating around the meadow. it was quite comforting, also as if a flash from the past had been brought into the present. Opening her eyes as the song ended she gazed at the meadow. 

There had been a music box once, one that played songs from her childhood. The merchant had wanted a ridiculous price for it. The silver doe still remembered watching the cart roll away. Regret blossoming in her chest. Perhaps one day she would be able to purchase such a prize. Until then her own voice would have to do. "My, my, so high in the sky." Chuckling softly she continued to move through the meadow. As Arah returned to the present she wondered how much time had passed and if Wynter would return from her hunting trip soon. It would be nice to share this beautiful space with her.