Don't try to hold me down
Priscilla was doing better. But that didn’t mean she forgot about her sister’s passing… or missed the fact that Blaise had disappeared. Even after his talk with her… it hurt. It left her fighting with herself again, doing her best to steer clear of depression, and so that lead her to seek Osiris out a bit more. She knew she needed to introduce him to Lirim… to decide what she wanted to do officially. She felt like she was healing whenever she was by his side… but there were wounds still left open. Wounds she wanted to see healed not just for herself but her entire family… but how could she help them when she still felt ready to fall apart herself?
That day Priscilla found herself by Naeva’s grave. She had spent the morning talking to her sister, or rather her spirit, about how she had met Osiris. How she was trying harder… how she missed her and wanted things to go back to how they were as kids. How she was trying to get Zell to teach her to fight so she would be able to protect those she cared about. About Cottontail, her companion… and so much more.
When Priscilla had finished she looked down at the grave with a heavy heart. She let out a sigh, shaking her head. “...and you should be the one here experiencing all this, sis. You should be the one feeling these moments of happiness, even if they end up fleeting… I should have protected you…” She sunk to the earth and nosed the flowers she had gathered on top of the grave.
“I’m sorry…” |