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always something there to remind me - Mercy - Feb 26 2021
As of just cycles ago, the starry vault is full of warmth and light—by fire or by bauble. Temperance and Ember running amok, exploring and testing the world they emerged to. Oliver had joined him. Mercy worked on growing another garden. It was meant to be a grove likened to the one he’d grown for Pride’s children, both aesthetic and nourishing.
The beast had noted, with a soft, pale concern, that both of them had emerged wholly carnivorous—and, that he would be unable to teach them to hunt. Fortune played a kind hand to him, at least, in making instinct a guiding compass. Either cub was well-equipped to stalk the halls of Orion; they were self-sufficient in that respect.
Still, yet, Mercy would not leave them alone for anything.
No, no… he was something of a guardian angel to them, he thought,
Somehow, he imagined that he would not be so inclined to go belly-up in the face of a threat. Not anymore. Pride had unconsciously guided him towards that… strength.
Moonset eyes glanced over his shoulder, where another was pacing after him, and he chuffed softly,
His snout turned down, then, to the arrangement of gemstones before either of them; each were laid carefully in their own nests of ferns and creeping mosses. A sort of opal, a fuchsia clinochlore, and a rutilated astrophyllite.
A big, dark nose nudged against the first of that list, and he murmured,
He’d found it in the nest of a red mouse long-gone. Any other appealing trinket within it had already been taken, but—for whatever reason—the stone had been left behind.
Lifting a massive paw and setting it atop the opal, he breathed softly,
RE: always something there to remind me - Game Master Bunny - Feb 26 2021
Bolormaa sat up in place, looking away from where she'd been marveling over the garden—it really was just marvelous and stunning, and a wonderful grotto for these lost stones to find life once again. She nodded as Mercy spoke, clasping her hands together with a soft coo, "of course I can."Her paw fit neatly overtop of the lion's, resting upon the gleaming opal. "Oh, I feel it. In all three of them—a second chance for them."
As his magic unfurled like the petals of a rose, hers threaded through it and carefully guided it home. It was a strong surge—one that he should not have doubted—and it breathed life.
The chrysalis formed nearly immediately, swallowing up a basketball's worth of space. It glistened, shot through with what seemed like an aurora.
She stepped back, then, leaving him to the rest with a soft, hopeful, "your magic is more than enough, Mercy. Thank you for giving them another chance."
RE: always something there to remind me - Mercy - Feb 26 2021
There was arguably less fanfare and build-up for the second stone, the brighter of the two remaining. He'd been steeled by the success of the first, and approached it with more confidence.
Before, when he'd helped to make Arsu and Azizos—his Stars, wonderful and dear to his heart, even now—there had been no uncertainty to fate. No random chance to subject him to. Life was fresh in those shards, and they took to one another's magic so easily.
Here, the stone lagged in its push into the soil, its formation of a chrysalis just slightly larger than its sibling.
RE: always something there to remind me - Mercy - Feb 26 2021
Despite the peculiar strain nagging at the base of his skull—the telltale sign of overexertion—the pale beast set a paw atop the last one. Its rutilated surface vanished from sight beneath the size of it, and he wondered for a moment,
He'd love them, all the same.
The astrophyllite clung to the apparent last vestiges of his magical reservoirs, and it, too, took shape—a chrysalis similar in size to the one before it.
Mercy let himself be lost in gazing at the trio, then. His body was, a bit involuntarily, settling in for a nap, but his eyes remained steadily fixed on them. Even as the curtains slid closed, he whispered not once, not twice, but thrice:
Once for each of them.
exit
RE: always something there to remind me - Game Master Bunny - Feb 26 2021
The opal had once belonged to Sìleas, a Norwegian Forest Cat blinded by her own gemstone.
Pride's stones, gifted to Mercy, had been perhaps a coincidental pair: the clinochlore had taken the shape of an mandrill; and the astrophyllite was once carried by a orangutan.
Pride's stones, gifted to Mercy, had been perhaps a coincidental pair: the clinochlore had taken the shape of an mandrill; and the astrophyllite was once carried by a orangutan.