04-10-2015, 10:47 PM
As a child you would wait, and watch from far away. But you always knew you'd be the one to work while they all play. Yes, she died. Believe it or not, it's a surprisingly common affair. Many of her old friends had done it; even one of her children. It's not the dying part that's really remarkable, it's the coming back part. It’s funny because it's always the dying part that they want to know about. How did you die? What did it feel like? Silly horses, you're going to know that yourself someday. You're going to know all of it, except, perhaps what it feels like to return. And yet none of them ever ask about that. What did it feel like to breathe again? What was it like to rise from the ground? They never ask. But maybe it's just as well, because she's a pretty terrible storyteller. Her unremarkable eyes settle on the boy. And yes, he is still a boy – so young, especially compared to her. She shrugs."It happens to everyone." she says. Death, the great equalizer. But she suspects that those words won't stem the tide of his questions, and ultimately she's completely right. What he asks demands another story, a long one much like the story of Trashlip, Magnus, and Joelle. She sighs, feeling bound to oblige."Long ago, there was a magician named Core." she pauses for a moment, frowning. "I'd expect he's still around, somewhere, actually. But I don't think he's been seen in years." she flicks her tail across her haunches. "He sought me out and placed a piece of his heart within mine, for safekeeping." She remembered the process, the white mark on her face that had been created as he'd literally put his mark on her heart. "He needed it back, and that apparently needed to mean physically removing it." She is not giving him any more detail than she needed to. He didn't need to know about the gaping hole that the magician had left in her chest, the hole that was exactly where the white scar slashes across her chest today. "But that actually didn't kill me. Carnage came along and finished the job." She pauses for a moment, considering how to answer his next tirade. "The dying part hurt, yeah." She pauses again. "But being dead didn't feel like anything. I was just…dead, and then the next minute, I wasn't." he flicks her tail, trying to think how to explain it better. "Being dead doesn't hurt, and being brought back to life doesn't either. Being dead you don't really feel anything. You're just kind of there." Truth be told, that time was tremendously hazy. She couldn't have told you whether she had consciousness or awareness, let alone any details more specific. She looks at the boy. "It''s mostly the dying part that's always a little uncomfortable." Don't weep for me LIBRETTEBecause this will be the labor of my love.
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