05-24-2020, 02:37 AM
“I know when you go
down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way
to the graveyard.”
down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way
to the graveyard.”
She returns to Hyaline as she always does, because this has become a home for her far more than anywhere else. Homes have always been a tricky thing for her, because often they were not a somewhere, but a someone. There were times, such as with the valley, where even after the someone left the somewhere that it still felt like home, but she has never found that feeling since. There is something about Atrox that feels like home because she knows where he is, knows that even when they both leave that they will come back here. He is, surprisingly, one of the few constants that she has in her life, and she does not see herself abandoning Hyaline for as long as he is still here.
When she returns in the early morning she does not seek him out immediately, however. She finds where she had left Echis, curled and safely tucked away in a grove of trees and on a bed of spring clover. The touch that she places against her neck is so soft it could have simply been a breath, not enough to wake her, before she slips away again in the fog of the morning, in the direction of the lake. She is not ready to settle in for the day quite yet, though this was a common occurrence with her.
She is surprised when she crests one of the many rocky slopes that overlook the lake to see a pale, glowing figure – so similar to her own. Her heart twinges with a sad kind of delight at the sight of her daughter, and she simply watches her for maybe a heartbeat too long. She wonders if anyone else can see the similarities between them, or if Ryatah has simply fabricated them inside of her head. She looks like Agetta, of course, but there is so much more that she wonders how long this secret is going to stay a secret.
When the strikingly white of Beyza’s eyes find the unsettling dark of hers there is an immediate smile in response, and in a matter of moments she is at her side. “Beyza,” she says without masking her obvious delight, pressing her nose into the young girl’s neck before pulling away to ask, “What are you doing here?”
When she returns in the early morning she does not seek him out immediately, however. She finds where she had left Echis, curled and safely tucked away in a grove of trees and on a bed of spring clover. The touch that she places against her neck is so soft it could have simply been a breath, not enough to wake her, before she slips away again in the fog of the morning, in the direction of the lake. She is not ready to settle in for the day quite yet, though this was a common occurrence with her.
She is surprised when she crests one of the many rocky slopes that overlook the lake to see a pale, glowing figure – so similar to her own. Her heart twinges with a sad kind of delight at the sight of her daughter, and she simply watches her for maybe a heartbeat too long. She wonders if anyone else can see the similarities between them, or if Ryatah has simply fabricated them inside of her head. She looks like Agetta, of course, but there is so much more that she wonders how long this secret is going to stay a secret.
When the strikingly white of Beyza’s eyes find the unsettling dark of hers there is an immediate smile in response, and in a matter of moments she is at her side. “Beyza,” she says without masking her obvious delight, pressing her nose into the young girl’s neck before pulling away to ask, “What are you doing here?”
ryatah