She did not turn back to face him, unflinching at his words. Something in her that had been unlit for years, had flickered to life, and in this moment it refused to dim itself again. She refused to look back at those `All knowing` green eyes, furious at the knowledge they thought themselves to hold.
“Of course I don't” she sneered, her lip curling, though she would not give him the pleasure of turning so he could see it. “Those same gods let the sky fall on all their people, dooming them just as equally, they tore life away from the grasp of both my enemies and my friends” she spat out the words like bile. Nearly wincing as they spilled from her mouth.
Every word that he spoke stung. Not because they were cruel, but because they were true, and she had known it for a long time. But it was a truth she refused to acknowledge. “It seems the gods have cursed you to be as insufferable as they” Her voice was as cold as the air around them, louder than she had ever let it rise in conversation before. For once she let it carry about the wind, and night air. For once she didn’t wait until he wanted to listen. She was a gentle woman, but this night every angle of her was sharp with fury. She bit her tongue so hard to keep from speaking again that she tasted blood.
She stood up again, stumbling as she did, catching herself against the statue. Every muscle in her body screamed with exhaustion, and every breath came mangled, but she would not stay here a moment longer. Pushing herself up from her slump she took a step back, dipping her head to the statue. She spoke again, her voice softer, but still laced with anger that she could not mask under a saccharine tongue. “I will look to them, lest the sky fall” she murmured
Huffing with the effort she dragged herself back to the path, ignoring any of the man's words that might follow her down. More than once she caught herself on a mountain wall, leaving so heavily she thought the rocks might slice into her skin. It was daylight again by the time she made it back to the foothills, erupting into coughing fits every few moments, so hard they made her head spin.
She wished she’d brought Picoro, Yara, Mithra. Wished she’d never gone at all. She had hoped she’d find peace in those words, take comfort under Caligo’s moonlight. The soft darkness in which she blanketed the world. Instead she came away feeling miserable inside and out as she had the day she realized she’d lost her eternal life.
Twice now in the summer she’d tried to go from point A to point B without rest, and twice it had been a decision. She could have stopped where she was, but all she wanted was to collapse in her quarters. Perhaps if she was lucky, she would never rise again. So she dragged her feet onwards, until she sulked through the court under a now setting sun. Ignoring the strange looks and murmurs she got, both from those who knew her and mere strangers.
“Luvena!” Picoro was the first to greet her with a worried exclamation. The canines were soon to follow, bounding up with wagging tails and lolling tongues. “You were gone for so long without a word -” The sloth stopped his condescending spiel, eyes mellowing from protective anger to deep concern as she leaned against the door, eyes glazed. “Are you alright?”
She ignored all of them. How foolish she’d been, to think she could climb mountains. To think she could find something on their peaks. She didn't bother pulling any herbs from her stores. She walked past all of them collapsing into her bed of moss, turning her head away from them, tucking it into her side. The girls, wary of their mothers mood sulked off to another corner, while Picoro tucked himself quietly into her side, readying himself for a night that would surely be filled with fire and ashes.
@Lovis
She just done I guess
“Of course I don't” she sneered, her lip curling, though she would not give him the pleasure of turning so he could see it. “Those same gods let the sky fall on all their people, dooming them just as equally, they tore life away from the grasp of both my enemies and my friends” she spat out the words like bile. Nearly wincing as they spilled from her mouth.
Every word that he spoke stung. Not because they were cruel, but because they were true, and she had known it for a long time. But it was a truth she refused to acknowledge. “It seems the gods have cursed you to be as insufferable as they” Her voice was as cold as the air around them, louder than she had ever let it rise in conversation before. For once she let it carry about the wind, and night air. For once she didn’t wait until he wanted to listen. She was a gentle woman, but this night every angle of her was sharp with fury. She bit her tongue so hard to keep from speaking again that she tasted blood.
She stood up again, stumbling as she did, catching herself against the statue. Every muscle in her body screamed with exhaustion, and every breath came mangled, but she would not stay here a moment longer. Pushing herself up from her slump she took a step back, dipping her head to the statue. She spoke again, her voice softer, but still laced with anger that she could not mask under a saccharine tongue. “I will look to them, lest the sky fall” she murmured
Huffing with the effort she dragged herself back to the path, ignoring any of the man's words that might follow her down. More than once she caught herself on a mountain wall, leaving so heavily she thought the rocks might slice into her skin. It was daylight again by the time she made it back to the foothills, erupting into coughing fits every few moments, so hard they made her head spin.
She wished she’d brought Picoro, Yara, Mithra. Wished she’d never gone at all. She had hoped she’d find peace in those words, take comfort under Caligo’s moonlight. The soft darkness in which she blanketed the world. Instead she came away feeling miserable inside and out as she had the day she realized she’d lost her eternal life.
Twice now in the summer she’d tried to go from point A to point B without rest, and twice it had been a decision. She could have stopped where she was, but all she wanted was to collapse in her quarters. Perhaps if she was lucky, she would never rise again. So she dragged her feet onwards, until she sulked through the court under a now setting sun. Ignoring the strange looks and murmurs she got, both from those who knew her and mere strangers.
“Luvena!” Picoro was the first to greet her with a worried exclamation. The canines were soon to follow, bounding up with wagging tails and lolling tongues. “You were gone for so long without a word -” The sloth stopped his condescending spiel, eyes mellowing from protective anger to deep concern as she leaned against the door, eyes glazed. “Are you alright?”
She ignored all of them. How foolish she’d been, to think she could climb mountains. To think she could find something on their peaks. She didn't bother pulling any herbs from her stores. She walked past all of them collapsing into her bed of moss, turning her head away from them, tucking it into her side. The girls, wary of their mothers mood sulked off to another corner, while Picoro tucked himself quietly into her side, readying himself for a night that would surely be filled with fire and ashes.
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She just done I guess
