After being seen by Dorian, her wounds covered in fresh herbal mixtures, Bellamy left for another point of the creek. Slow steps over the lush, green grasses would bring her closer to where she was having Acere den for now, with the promise of bringing him up to her daughter when she could to try and get him to move into her den back at the falls. A den that she wanted to be their den. Though the traces of her first love would still be there, she had a feeling that Ace wouldn’t mind. He had known Gavroche, and known the sort of man he was. Bellamy was sure he would be more upset if she took things down just for his sake.
Acere wasn’t in his den but that was to be expected - it was the afternoon and since returning to the world of the living she figured he might have returned to some sort of schedule patrolling and… living? Was it still considered living if he was a spirit? Existing? She furrowed her brow in thought. What did it matter, so long as he was on the same plane that she was? Bellamy dismissed the thoughts with a shake of her head. She was sure he would be back this way before too long.
The sun was falling in the sky, bright golds giving way to hues of orange and purple as sunset was upon them. Bellamy removed her cloak and dagger and lay in the grasses near the den before setting her head upon her paws. She would wait for Acere’s return.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
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