05-25-2019, 11:26 PM
cRess
She’s made it abundantly clear that this is the last place she wants to be, but she can’t seem to stop healing their broken. She wanders Loess for a while after healing the golden angel-boy, too restless to find her son and curl up with him; he is under the watchful eye of his grandfather anyways, and she honestly needs some time away from the small, seemingly underdeveloped child. All of her other children had been strong at birth, and she can’t seem to figure out where his issues stem from. His father, perhaps? It had been dark that night – she had not gotten a good look at Rodrik.
Her golden wings drag the ground as she walks; she almost wants to take to the skies, but all of her energy has fled after pouring so much of it into the boys and Ophanim. A dragon cuts across the sky above her and she watches it almost lustfully, before realizing that it is just Castile, home from the bloody burning. He disappears on the horizon and she begins heading in that direction, knowing that she’ll find him before long.
She tucks her wings back to her sides as his horse-form comes into view, atop a small hill. She approaches him warily as he trembles from the aftershocks of the adrenalin wearing off; he is caked with blood and she can see cuts and lacerations all along him, but she doesn’t make a move to heal him. Ophanim would have died without her help, and perhaps the children, too – Castile will be fine. Let him heal naturally, slowly, and bear the scars for the rest of his life.
Stopping in front of him, she fixes him with hard eyes. “Why do you want me here so desperately?” she asks him bluntly, tail flicking with agitation. “My son and I had just earned our freedom and you turn right around to take me back. Why?”
@[Castile] this is crap but i wanted cress to be ~anger~
infected.