“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 feels restless, and what a dangerous state that is for her.
Because when she is restless she becomes reckless; when she is restless she wants the most dangerous outlet she can find, and of course, the most dangerous outlet will always be Him.
She feels ready to crawl out of her own skin, like electricity is jumping in her veins and is frantically searching for a way out. It made Hyaline feel suddenly so incredibly small, even if it was anything but. The vast land, with its jagged mountains and endless sky, was given the illusion of being all the more larger given the fact it was, usually, just her and Atrox. She didn’t mind that; Atrox preferred to not be found unless he wanted to be (a recurring theme for all the men in her life, truthfully), and raising Firion through his first spring had been enough to distract her, at first.
But as she was so prone to do, her attentive nature only lasted for so long. She loved her children fiercely, but once they became old enough to begin testing their boundaries, she did nothing to rein them back in.
When she leaves Hyaline one summer morning, she is alone.
She follows the river north, as though she might be able to walk the weighted feeling out of her chest – as if she was so simple that walking could actually clear the impossible mess that was her head.
She almost doesn’t notice when the trees begin to press closer and grow taller. It’s only when the sun all but disappears from behind the canopy of the treetops that she stops, and realizes that she is in Taiga. She remembers it from being here briefly with Illum after Aislyn was born in the midst of the war in Tephra. She cannot help but to wonder if he might still be here; she doesn’t think he would be, but, that thin tendril of curiosity is what makes her walk forward again, washing the shadows with her amber glow as she does.
Because when she is restless she becomes reckless; when she is restless she wants the most dangerous outlet she can find, and of course, the most dangerous outlet will always be Him.
She feels ready to crawl out of her own skin, like electricity is jumping in her veins and is frantically searching for a way out. It made Hyaline feel suddenly so incredibly small, even if it was anything but. The vast land, with its jagged mountains and endless sky, was given the illusion of being all the more larger given the fact it was, usually, just her and Atrox. She didn’t mind that; Atrox preferred to not be found unless he wanted to be (a recurring theme for all the men in her life, truthfully), and raising Firion through his first spring had been enough to distract her, at first.
But as she was so prone to do, her attentive nature only lasted for so long. She loved her children fiercely, but once they became old enough to begin testing their boundaries, she did nothing to rein them back in.
When she leaves Hyaline one summer morning, she is alone.
She follows the river north, as though she might be able to walk the weighted feeling out of her chest – as if she was so simple that walking could actually clear the impossible mess that was her head.
She almost doesn’t notice when the trees begin to press closer and grow taller. It’s only when the sun all but disappears from behind the canopy of the treetops that she stops, and realizes that she is in Taiga. She remembers it from being here briefly with Illum after Aislyn was born in the midst of the war in Tephra. She cannot help but to wonder if he might still be here; she doesn’t think he would be, but, that thin tendril of curiosity is what makes her walk forward again, washing the shadows with her amber glow as she does.
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