Dillan’s mane falls forward when she lowers her head toward the flowers, brushing her lips across the petals and unsettling another butterfly. A gentle smile dreamily curls the edge of her mouth as she savors the touch of life returning. Each sweet smell and soft touch of a leaf steals more wonder from Dillan than ever before. It’s now, after life was taken from her lungs and somehow restored, that she realizes how much she took for granted.
She was never ungrateful. No, Dillan treasured each day that she woke up to Larva and their children and each morning that she heard the waterfall roar in the distance.
But to have lost it all for decades, where her soul lived on in an ethereal world, and then return? Her heart could burst.
With joy encasing her heart, Dillan is able to hold her smile even as she lifts her head enough to see the young girl over the flower petals. ”I would like to think so, instead of the alternative which is them being angry for disrupting their sleep,” an airy chuckle falls like a whimsical sonnet, a beautiful sound mingling with the chirping crickets. ”There’s something so peaceful and alluring about nightfall, don’t you think?” A deep breath rises in her lungs as she tastes the meadow another time and allows her nutmeg eyes to stray toward the velvety black sky.
A brisk flash of memories replays, and she sees Larva’s face in the stars, but rather than mention any of her family or all that she misses, she looks down and sweetly says, ”I’m Dillan.” As much as she wants to be surrounded by familiarity, she realizes how new and different Beqanna is. This is a chance of renewal, of second chances.
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She was never ungrateful. No, Dillan treasured each day that she woke up to Larva and their children and each morning that she heard the waterfall roar in the distance.
But to have lost it all for decades, where her soul lived on in an ethereal world, and then return? Her heart could burst.
With joy encasing her heart, Dillan is able to hold her smile even as she lifts her head enough to see the young girl over the flower petals. ”I would like to think so, instead of the alternative which is them being angry for disrupting their sleep,” an airy chuckle falls like a whimsical sonnet, a beautiful sound mingling with the chirping crickets. ”There’s something so peaceful and alluring about nightfall, don’t you think?” A deep breath rises in her lungs as she tastes the meadow another time and allows her nutmeg eyes to stray toward the velvety black sky.
A brisk flash of memories replays, and she sees Larva’s face in the stars, but rather than mention any of her family or all that she misses, she looks down and sweetly says, ”I’m Dillan.” As much as she wants to be surrounded by familiarity, she realizes how new and different Beqanna is. This is a chance of renewal, of second chances.
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