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Slow and Steady - Printable Version +- ORIGIN (https://origin.boreal-nights.space) +-- Forum: IC Archives (https://origin.boreal-nights.space/forumdisplay.php?fid=50) +--- Forum: Year 3 Archives (https://origin.boreal-nights.space/forumdisplay.php?fid=53) +--- Thread: Slow and Steady (/showthread.php?tid=5287) |
RE: Slow and Steady - Serek - Apr 17 2018 Serek widened his eyes. He had no idea, no idea at all where he had come from. He had never asked Mother and she had never told. He had never really thought about it. He just...existed. But he was someone before, someone with a gem, a green gem, who had died and become bones. So long ago that their body faded away and became the bones across Canis. He suddenly became very self conscious of the bones he stepped upon. He had often seen gems glittering and glinting among the masses, but he had never thought that he had been one of them. tags: @Dragon notes: RE: Slow and Steady - Dragon - Apr 17 2018 Dragon waited for the pair to finish their exchange, and then he turned. He could hear the clicking of hooves behind him, and see the spreading wake of glowing fungus extending gradually around the hyena--the hyena who stood stock-still, a slight defiance in her stance. Dragon knew what that defiance hid: defeat. Grief. She was refusing to show it, but she mourned the departure of her child. Faint, tingling at the back of his reptilian mind, he felt something somehow akin to... guilt? He watched her, for a moment, as Serek moved off ahead. "It is not easy when they go, but I will look after him. He will be returned safely," Dragon declared. "The Children will look after their own. He is my family now, as well as yours." With that the alligator turned, beginning a slow, limping, dragging journey back to Cetus: gradual and laborious. I hope that I am not lying to her. I hope that my own predictions are surer than hers, for I do not wish to fail them. //exit Dragon RE: Slow and Steady - Giggle - Apr 17 2018 Giggle listened quietly, stern in expression to mask the emotion roiling beneath. So sudden. Too sudden. What if the Eyes find him? What if the darkness takes him? He may drown. Perhaps this, Dragon will eat him. Or he might fall, on the way back... Or... "I'll make you proud, Mother." Giggle's head snapped up, her attention locking back on Serek, her gaze stern as she tilted her head in something like a nod. "I know that you will, Serek," she answered somewhat gruffly, "And your words do your family justice." He had spoken well. And-- Her thoughts locked, frozen, as the bioluminescent mushrooms spread around him. As he gave her this last gift, this beautiful gift, one that cut to the core of who she was and exposed so clearly who he was: observant, empathetic, honorable, kind. All else aside, he would grow to be a fine son, one day. She sat silent, still and calm, bowing her head once to Serek. "Thank you," she managed, voice kept even and calm. "Remain safe, and good luck. May the bones guide you always." As the two moved off, the Hallowed Caller shadowed them, peering down with questioning thoughts--emotions that Giggle's mind translated into thoughts. She could see them--a blurred image, in her mind's eye--making their way from Canis, into the forbidding tunnel beyond. Where are they going, Mother-Sister? Away, Sister-Daughter, she responded tiredly, the idea of "somewhere other" making her meaning clear enough. Away. ROLL THE BONES
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