no hope in the eyes of the dead
meadow / high risk prompt
11-07-2022, 06:46 AM
_________________________________________________________________ In reality, Audra had not been expecting an actual response. While the fading wisps of ghostly figures darted amongst the shadows around her, it was difficult to understand that communicating was physically possible. The firefly-cloaked man had seen ethereal in his own right, but to share space with the dead? How would that be possible? Did that bring her that much closer to the grasp of death or allow the dead to feel alive once more? Was that not cruel? To allow the dearly departed to remember a world long forgotten? To bring forth the emotions they once felt? She couldn't help but grind her teeth together. A raised paw hitched back, almost on the verge of scattering the ritual across the frost-packed earth when a sigh and movement caught her attention. Frozen in place, Audra glanced up to see the female wolf approach. Yet, this one wasn't... firm? There wasn't a good explanation to describe what she was seeing. This wolf was here, but not. Her brow furrows as her tear-stained cheeks crinkle with pain and confusion. Her ears flick backward as the wolf promises her that she can see how loved she is. Audra had to force herself to bite her tongue. Anger bubbled inside her. How could this spirit know anything of the Torben she once knew when he couldn't even show himself? Inhaling a deep breath, she casts her gaze downward as she gives her head a shake. "I-I am n-not sure that is t-true," Audra whispers quietly under her breath. No matter how gentle and kind this fae appeared, Audra couldn't believe it. If Torben had truly loved her, why would he not appear now? Why had he even left that night? Another tear falls and sizzles among the burning herbs as she wishes to say thank you but can't seem to find the words for it. _________________________________________________________________ A U D R A
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audra's companions are to be assumed next to her unless stated otherwise