There was no semblance of fear as the world turned dark. Nor any worry when the typical ritual of moon rise and sun sink never came. In fact, there was some comfort she found in the hollow, constant night, a resounding familiarity that she recognized on some level within herself. Endless and shrouded, and somehow still beautiful in its mystery - just like the memories still lost inside.
Some things tried to come to light, but they were still ethereal, intangible things that evaporated at the first sign of substantial recognition or distraction. And with some passing of time, Breckin had grown to accept that that was probably the most she would ever uncover, and had conceded to the present. A present spent with the passing of time wasted away in the common lands, building a new house of memories with the help of Fio and they’re ever growing clutch of unique, promising young things.
These memories now, thinking upon them, would often coalesce into daydreams, and the day dreams would lead into a fond, far-off smile. Not unlike today, as she stood at the grey river’s edge, tossing smooth pebbles absently into the swirling waters, and that same whimsical grin flowered demurely across her black lips.
A welcomed warmth makes the winter’s chill scatter across her side, and she tips her head slightly to make out the sharp edges of Fio’s armor and skeletal wings. “Fio,” she says, her smile growing in the slightest while the distance in her eyes lessens, and the darkness wielded within them softens, “Can I confess something to you?” Another stone absently drops into the water before Breckin turns back to the sound, pondering the clash of waves to ripples.
@[Fiorina]
@[The Monsters] Please see what happens to her Empathic Echoes!
Also Becki wants to know if you're free saturday night or...? ;]]]] <3
