Grainne
When her charge had left she had all but pushed him from her mind and heart, for growing close to a child was a danger and heartbreak she had tasted far too often in the past. It would lead to little else but her watching a child she took under her wings as hers grow, and grow, and continue to grow until age turned them to rot and bone then dust. So when she saw Ipomoea in the moor below, wholly oblivious to her presence, she was left frozen in shock, torn apart by her wisdom and her heart. He had more than likely forgotten her, for he had been ill most of their time together, but she could not forget the small body tucked against hers for warmth, the bright eyes that had begged her for stories. He had struck a chink in her ageless armor, and when she had watched him trot after a large, powerful stallion she had almost wept with the sardonic twist of pain in her heart. Despite her own warnings she had grown fond of the child, and to see him now a bright and tall among the rolling hills.
She dared not stir, watching a speck of blue flit about his head before that speck flew towards her, the jaybird landing on her hip with a solid warmth-Ipomoea was really here- before that delicate head raised towards her... and on the wind was a name she had forgotten, a name that stole her breath.
He recognized her.
He recognized her.
Grainne took in a deep breath as if emerging from deep underwater, her head swinging to look at the blue bird on her haunches. "Please, bring him." She asked the bird softly, her voice a gentle plea lacking it's usual bitter bite, before she looked back down to the figure stepping towards her hesitantly, as if fearing the same thing she too had been afraid of. Of unrecognition, of rejection, of becoming obsolete in the eyes of one they had been so close to. It made her lips curl faintly, a tender and almost invisible smile against her dark lips before she turned away, leaving her trust in the bird to do as she had bid as she crossed the hill and vanished from sight, moving towards the sanctuary and privacy of her home. Her mind wheeled like the turning of the sun as she walked, the giddiness in her heart a strange and vibrant emotion she'd not felt... in a fair while.
She paused outside the entrance to her hut, her gaze cast over her shoulder to the rolling hill above. To it's crest, bated breath held tight as she waited to see a flash of blue, to see sharp ears and violet eyes. To see the one she had not seen in far too long.
She dared not stir, watching a speck of blue flit about his head before that speck flew towards her, the jaybird landing on her hip with a solid warmth-Ipomoea was really here- before that delicate head raised towards her... and on the wind was a name she had forgotten, a name that stole her breath.
He recognized her.
He recognized her.
Grainne took in a deep breath as if emerging from deep underwater, her head swinging to look at the blue bird on her haunches. "Please, bring him." She asked the bird softly, her voice a gentle plea lacking it's usual bitter bite, before she looked back down to the figure stepping towards her hesitantly, as if fearing the same thing she too had been afraid of. Of unrecognition, of rejection, of becoming obsolete in the eyes of one they had been so close to. It made her lips curl faintly, a tender and almost invisible smile against her dark lips before she turned away, leaving her trust in the bird to do as she had bid as she crossed the hill and vanished from sight, moving towards the sanctuary and privacy of her home. Her mind wheeled like the turning of the sun as she walked, the giddiness in her heart a strange and vibrant emotion she'd not felt... in a fair while.
She paused outside the entrance to her hut, her gaze cast over her shoulder to the rolling hill above. To it's crest, bated breath held tight as she waited to see a flash of blue, to see sharp ears and violet eyes. To see the one she had not seen in far too long.
"I've watched the mountains rise from dust"
@Ipomoea
