03-16-2017, 06:12 PM
we’re on each other’s team…
There is no other word for it. Her very world had crumbled, and there was nothing left of her.
And yet, the magic that she was expelling to hide her most recent pregnancy was stifling. She was tired, and angry. Tear stains drained down her face as the old mare reverted to her pre-magic self. Dingy, scarred, and green tinged hair. Sad eyes frame her face as she walks out of the Taiga and through the forest. She knew these trees by heart now, and it was with a sad bow that the branches dipped for her, pushing downward in respect of her. The wood underneath her cracks under the weight of her body. There, in the dark, the lone woman takes solace in being alone—if only for the purpose for cathartic release.
Her body shakes with her tears, and though she can feel Ruan is somewhere in these very woods—he is as her, finding her peace between the trees—she does not seek him out. Alone in the night, the moon hangs low, casting a white light and massive shadows. The woods are eerie, but still she wanders, almost aimlessly.
There was no place left for her to go back to. No warmth. No love.
Nothing.