you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
good luck, babe!
06-22-2024, 06:35 PM
It felt as if the world had tipped out from underneath her and she was falling, falling up into the sky. Theory felt herself float outside of her body, the queerest sensation of observing herself from a distant perspective. The beach seemed small from up here. A sea bird called from behind her out over the thrashing waves and she felt each individual hair on her skin stand on end. It was really her. There was no denying it. All she had left of their last meeting were flickers and blurs - so much had been eaten up by the illness. Her memories often failed her. Luckily, not the earliest ones. The most precious ones. But these last few years? It had been often worse than she'd ever admit out loud. It was frightening enough to have to live it, she couldn't bear to tell the few wolves left she cared about that she only had snatches and pieces of the last few years. Things had started to firm up more about 7 months ago, and that was when she'd finally found herself returning to Corvus at Avalon's border. She was confident her memories would be whole going forward. But could she be certain? As the cloud cover finally broke and the sun shone brightly again on the beach, she was rocked by that other worldly sensation of deja vu. I have been here before, looking across at you on the shore. I have been here before... wrestling you in the waves... It was the first time they'd stumbled upon each other just outside of Abaven's borders. They'd been young then. Unspoiled. Full of kinetic potential. A song yet unsung. And here they were now. Grey flecked their muzzles. Her heart twisted in her rib-cage. Theory broke into a quavering smile and she dropped into an exaggerated play bow in the smaller waves. The water hit her chest and it was deliciously warm. When the waves receded, she rocketed across the damp sand to tackle Thalia back into the oncoming wave. Water erupted around them in dazzling arc. When the water rolled out, Theory had Thalia pinned gently beneath her. "Oh, it's you... I found you," she breathed, dropping her nose to rest beneath Thalia's muzzle. Theo had seen the wolves preparing for this festival months in advance. She'd known wolves from around Boreas would flock here, pack affiliated or not. Attending had been her best chance to catch sight of Thalia again, or ask around and see if anyone knew of her whereabouts. She had been hoping to make some connections that would eventually lead to being able to track her down, but here she was. Waiting on the other side of the Bifrost, like a perfectly wrapped present. Or a miracle. |
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