kindred
Drift gently...
She had been in those woods. That’s all that she could think as she moved towards the meeting. That was where Wren and I stumbled in… Dangerous. Dangerous. Dangerous. She can feel each of her nerves prickle with each inch she dares to move until, finally, her ears pick up the faint start of the meeting. Late… late because she can’t tell if she is actually prepared to finally sit in on the meetings. Has she even been a citizen long enough to be welcomed at these? After leaving and returning?
All the same, she wanted to help however she could. So, she was here, standing somewhere in the back. Too claustrophobic to dare stand closer to the front. The name Emersyn lingers upon her ears, somehow softening the blow of the idea that another creature was out there killing off other animals within our forest. Yet, the part that hit her like a knife was the dead body of a unicorn. Unidentifiable. Kindred can feel her heart stop, sharp pains everywhere. Was it Wren?! Her maw presses instantly against the necklace. For that mere moment it is as if she were deaf and in an isolation chamber. Nothing can touch her and she is safe. Yet, she doesn’t dare linger in that state for longer – tuning back in to hear the familiar voice of Maerys reach her ears. She blinks, head turning towards the mare she had met not that long ago on an island of snow.
They were reclusive? Kindred blinked, but stayed quiet, hoping that it would all slowly begin to make sense. Carefully, she pieced everything together – one thing clicking after the other. She shifted her weight, swallowing back the uncertainty before her quiet voice broke the air. ”Perhaps a doctor would be better equipped to see what the importance of the missing parts are?” It was an awkward suggestion, but one that might allow them to move forward and find another way to attack the problem rather than just surveying the area.
All the same, she wanted to help however she could. So, she was here, standing somewhere in the back. Too claustrophobic to dare stand closer to the front. The name Emersyn lingers upon her ears, somehow softening the blow of the idea that another creature was out there killing off other animals within our forest. Yet, the part that hit her like a knife was the dead body of a unicorn. Unidentifiable. Kindred can feel her heart stop, sharp pains everywhere. Was it Wren?! Her maw presses instantly against the necklace. For that mere moment it is as if she were deaf and in an isolation chamber. Nothing can touch her and she is safe. Yet, she doesn’t dare linger in that state for longer – tuning back in to hear the familiar voice of Maerys reach her ears. She blinks, head turning towards the mare she had met not that long ago on an island of snow.
They were reclusive? Kindred blinked, but stayed quiet, hoping that it would all slowly begin to make sense. Carefully, she pieced everything together – one thing clicking after the other. She shifted her weight, swallowing back the uncertainty before her quiet voice broke the air. ”Perhaps a doctor would be better equipped to see what the importance of the missing parts are?” It was an awkward suggestion, but one that might allow them to move forward and find another way to attack the problem rather than just surveying the area.
... Into Oblivion
