you've got to move slowly, take and eat my body like it's holy.
Everyone around her is either angry, sad, or lost somewhere between the two emotions these days. But each time she asks why or tries to help, they tell her she’s too young to understand. Adna is only a year older and yet they trust her with whatever secrets they’re keeping amongst themselves. She snorts lightly and takes that first step beyond the borders of the pampas, into the quiet kingdom of Loess that her parents had told her about. She vaguely remembers it from their journey home but it’s essentially new to her as she wades through the untouched grasses.
There’s a distant sound of birds chirping contently to one another in the distance but otherwise only the wind greets her. She snorts, unimpressed by this supposedly dangerous land. Her legs are still thin but her hips have begun to show the promise of maturity in their growing curves. The boyish slope of her shoulders has begun to make way for something more feminine, a more delicate form to match her soft voice. She’s got her mother’s sweet face but her father’s impatience.
Maybe that’s why she hurries toward the forest like it’s some kind of salvation from all the trouble at home. A smile curls across her lips as she ducks her head to avoid knocking her horn on a low hanging branch. The snow here makes a crunching sound beneath her hooves that delights her, further distracting her from all the chaos Leliana and Adna has promised was out here. Truth be told, she didn’t believe her sister could be so much wiser simply because she was a year older. And her mother was too busy staring at the horizon while she prayed for some kind of hope to fill her heart again.
But Sabbath is far more clever. She knows that the only way to find peace is to go hunting for it.
Except peace is a fleeting thing. It slips so easily from her grasp when she realizes that every tree looks the same as the last. She swallows the growing lump in her throat and presses forward, bright red against the perfect white snow and the dull black-brown of the naked trees. Her breath leaves her soft lips in little panicking puffs of white air while her chest begins to feel tight.
“Stay calm, stay calm,” she mumbles to herself. Her scales catch the last rays of the setting sun and paint her gold and orange in its dying light. Night looms on the other side of the horizon, promising colder temperatures and all the monsters she flees from in her sleep. A shiver runs up her spine but she keeps her eyes trained on what light remains.
“I’m lost..”
There’s a distant sound of birds chirping contently to one another in the distance but otherwise only the wind greets her. She snorts, unimpressed by this supposedly dangerous land. Her legs are still thin but her hips have begun to show the promise of maturity in their growing curves. The boyish slope of her shoulders has begun to make way for something more feminine, a more delicate form to match her soft voice. She’s got her mother’s sweet face but her father’s impatience.
Maybe that’s why she hurries toward the forest like it’s some kind of salvation from all the trouble at home. A smile curls across her lips as she ducks her head to avoid knocking her horn on a low hanging branch. The snow here makes a crunching sound beneath her hooves that delights her, further distracting her from all the chaos Leliana and Adna has promised was out here. Truth be told, she didn’t believe her sister could be so much wiser simply because she was a year older. And her mother was too busy staring at the horizon while she prayed for some kind of hope to fill her heart again.
But Sabbath is far more clever. She knows that the only way to find peace is to go hunting for it.
Except peace is a fleeting thing. It slips so easily from her grasp when she realizes that every tree looks the same as the last. She swallows the growing lump in her throat and presses forward, bright red against the perfect white snow and the dull black-brown of the naked trees. Her breath leaves her soft lips in little panicking puffs of white air while her chest begins to feel tight.
“Stay calm, stay calm,” she mumbles to herself. Her scales catch the last rays of the setting sun and paint her gold and orange in its dying light. Night looms on the other side of the horizon, promising colder temperatures and all the monsters she flees from in her sleep. A shiver runs up her spine but she keeps her eyes trained on what light remains.
“I’m lost..”