First Light
03-22-2018, 03:02 PM
OOC: Arpeggio first, then anyone
Harmony's steps were hesitant, slender paws and shaky legs carrying her slowly across familiar lands. They seemed to have taken on a golden glow in the light of memory, and despite the hard times she remembered them fondly. Her brother creating the pack, her youthful quest to learn healing and lead the healers there. Chord's wandering ways that had always brought him back to them with tales of far away places. Rhythm's gentle humor and genuine love for them all. Motif's fierce protectiveness. All of Bass' children, and Motif's, and Rhythm's. Yes, there were hard times there. But they made the good times all that much brighter in her fading sight.
Beside her Peggy kept up her cheerful chatter, the same bright voice that had kept her going for this entire journey. Oh, she didn't know what she'd have done without the child. Of all the things in her life that she regretted, all the promises broken, she could not regret having broken her vow not to bear children for the fear that she could pass her condition on to them. Her children had been a joy to her beyond all that she'd known, a brightness to the past year that she might not have otherwise had with all of her siblings gone. That she did regret - that she'd been too physically weak to follow Bass and bring him home where he belonged.
She sighed aloud, and Peggy hastened to support her. "No, sweetling," she spoke in a faintly crackling shadow of her old warm alto, seeking to reassure her young daughter with a tremulous smile. "Don't worry about me. It's just... old memories." She'd come all this way already, knowing it would be the last journey she ever made - she wouldn't let this momentary weakness keep her from returning home to lay her bones in the cradle of the plains Bass had loved.
Harmony's steps were hesitant, slender paws and shaky legs carrying her slowly across familiar lands. They seemed to have taken on a golden glow in the light of memory, and despite the hard times she remembered them fondly. Her brother creating the pack, her youthful quest to learn healing and lead the healers there. Chord's wandering ways that had always brought him back to them with tales of far away places. Rhythm's gentle humor and genuine love for them all. Motif's fierce protectiveness. All of Bass' children, and Motif's, and Rhythm's. Yes, there were hard times there. But they made the good times all that much brighter in her fading sight.
Beside her Peggy kept up her cheerful chatter, the same bright voice that had kept her going for this entire journey. Oh, she didn't know what she'd have done without the child. Of all the things in her life that she regretted, all the promises broken, she could not regret having broken her vow not to bear children for the fear that she could pass her condition on to them. Her children had been a joy to her beyond all that she'd known, a brightness to the past year that she might not have otherwise had with all of her siblings gone. That she did regret - that she'd been too physically weak to follow Bass and bring him home where he belonged.
She sighed aloud, and Peggy hastened to support her. "No, sweetling," she spoke in a faintly crackling shadow of her old warm alto, seeking to reassure her young daughter with a tremulous smile. "Don't worry about me. It's just... old memories." She'd come all this way already, knowing it would be the last journey she ever made - she wouldn't let this momentary weakness keep her from returning home to lay her bones in the cradle of the plains Bass had loved.