12-16-2016, 11:30 PM
Blazed
She knew the dusk of her life had come. She had a successful legacy back in Sylva, in Tephra, maybe somewhere else as well.. But they need not know her death had come. And it came peacefully.
She lies down on the soft, bone-ground sand, giving a huff as her weight causes her joints to rebel and collapse a second early. "Goodnight, my loves. I wish you all a happy life, and to know I love you, my children." She says. Fae, please.. Let those words reach the ears of my children - Blazing Sunfall, Real Fire, Rael Fire, and Mandalocks. Let them know they are my words. She silently pleads to the Fae, knowing that they likely will not heed her dying wish. But she wishes, regardless. Blind fate was important at the moment of death.
A final sigh, an exhale.. Then silence as her belly flattens, as her pelt whisps blue and is carried with the tide.. As her mane flutters as sand in the breeze, and her marrow becomes the sand she so recently laid on, trodded on.
Love is not blind.. The night is blind.
Blazed