11-02-2016, 04:06 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
Crashing. Burning. Flooding.
It’s all coming back now. The memories are reliving themselves and play like movies on the back of his eyelids when he blinks. It’s like the earth is trembling again and devouring itself all while they are scrambling and panicking. There are screams piercing the sooty air and choking many others.
He watched, but he didn’t run. He worried, but he didn’t lose himself in the chaos.
Her voice somehow trespasses into his thoughts and in his mind he is looking around for the source. There is no familiarity in it and he wonders if perhaps Moose was trying to speak to him somehow, but then there is a gentle breeze that he inhales in which her scent is most prominent. It stirs him and he blinks slowly before looking into her eyes while she looks into his. A breath catches in his throat and his lips purse into a thin line as he nods in agreement with her. ”Troubled thoughts consume us all if we allow them,” he speaks from experience and his muscles quiver in recognition. ”Perhaps I shouldn’t be alone,” he immediately welcomes her company as a distraction, but her question reminds him how little of a distraction it will be.
”Beqanna turned on itself,” he replies flatly with a heavyhearted sigh. Everything is playing over again and again and he can see the Dale crumbling. ”Everything we knew and loved was destroyed, and to top it off the magic was stripped from our bodies and stored there,” his gilded eyes peer up toward the sierra in the distance, ”in that Mountain.” This life as a mortal is foreign and he is quickly succumbing to the idea that he has finally met his end. Perhaps this is how Beqanna is telling him that he has served his purpose and that he is no longer needed.
”Be happy you weren’t here to witness it.” His gaze levels on her again but this time there is a gleam of sadness as he reflects on the demise of his Dale.
It’s all coming back now. The memories are reliving themselves and play like movies on the back of his eyelids when he blinks. It’s like the earth is trembling again and devouring itself all while they are scrambling and panicking. There are screams piercing the sooty air and choking many others.
He watched, but he didn’t run. He worried, but he didn’t lose himself in the chaos.
Her voice somehow trespasses into his thoughts and in his mind he is looking around for the source. There is no familiarity in it and he wonders if perhaps Moose was trying to speak to him somehow, but then there is a gentle breeze that he inhales in which her scent is most prominent. It stirs him and he blinks slowly before looking into her eyes while she looks into his. A breath catches in his throat and his lips purse into a thin line as he nods in agreement with her. ”Troubled thoughts consume us all if we allow them,” he speaks from experience and his muscles quiver in recognition. ”Perhaps I shouldn’t be alone,” he immediately welcomes her company as a distraction, but her question reminds him how little of a distraction it will be.
”Beqanna turned on itself,” he replies flatly with a heavyhearted sigh. Everything is playing over again and again and he can see the Dale crumbling. ”Everything we knew and loved was destroyed, and to top it off the magic was stripped from our bodies and stored there,” his gilded eyes peer up toward the sierra in the distance, ”in that Mountain.” This life as a mortal is foreign and he is quickly succumbing to the idea that he has finally met his end. Perhaps this is how Beqanna is telling him that he has served his purpose and that he is no longer needed.
”Be happy you weren’t here to witness it.” His gaze levels on her again but this time there is a gleam of sadness as he reflects on the demise of his Dale.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION