take me down to the paradise city [darya]
Her sweet little daughter, buried in the snow. Tears streaming through the downy fur of her cheeks. They were dried upon the fur of her forelimbs, which was fine. She had become accustomed to her fur being used as a snotrag for all of her children, and was beginning to accept that she would never be clean again. "Просто хотел узнать, куда идет мама." The child whimpered into her embrace. "Дарья увидела, что мама что-то похоронила и хотела узнать, что, холодная, все еще птичка."
Oh dear. She hadn't wanted her babies to fear the circle of life, but it seemed it was too late for little Darya. Those baleful eyes looked at her, glistening with moisture. The expression tightened her chest, made it hard to breathe. "Тогда не удалось найти маму и-" Darya was beginning to reach hysterical levels, and she hurried to soothe the babe with a few gentle swipes of her tongue across the fur of her forehead. "Не нравится, когда им становится холодно и все еще." She finally said.
Brokenhearted, she sighed heavily. "Как насчет того, что я расскажу вам историю, любовь моя?" She questioned in a low tone, wrapping her tail around her dark paws. It would insulate her child from the cold a little better. Her children loved story time every night. "Я рассказал вам о богах и о том, как они наблюдают за нами." She began, mercury gaze lowered so that she would meet Darya's eyes. She prayed her recounting would be close enough to those of the shamans, enough so as to calm Darya. Someone should send for a shaman soon, before it was too late. "Зимняя богиня, Марзанна, является дамой смерти. Зима - это время для слабых, и Марзанна спасает свои души, когда их тела не могут выдержать их. Она помогает им перейти к следующей жизни, так как некоторые избранные будут. Она также вводит их в цикл жизни, где охотники пируют добычу, а земля приветствует их кости." She explained, keeping her tone low and gentle. There was nothing to fear in death, truly. Their souls would be ushered on to their next incarnations, so long as the rites of rebirth were completed.
"Понимаете, маленькая тень, это не плохо, когда они все еще. Они просто ждут, когда Марзанна приведет их домой, и Лада, дама земли, принесет свои тела в ее объятия. То, что мы едим, восстанавливается в загробной жизни." Tender vocals would announce, as another gentle kiss was placed between her ears. Brows pulled together, she tried to see what Darya was thinking. "Это облегчает ваши страхи, мою любовь?"
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