The Beginnings of a Choir
Cru would kill her when he found out she had left their home. He had become quite overbearing and protective since she had not only returned home half blind, but also told him she was pregnant. But she needed to get away, she needed some time along to think. She was going to be a mother. A small smile would curl her lips as nervous excitement swept through her. Russet sides had begun to swell ever so slightly and she found herself wondering what her children would be like. It had been unexpected, but she welcomed them nonetheless. And so had Cru. But now she had a far more debilitating issue to deal with. The entire left side of her world was dark. It was taking time, but she was slowly relearning how to navigate her world with only one eye. The lid drooped hideously where her eye no longer existed. She hated it. For awhile depression had gripped her, kept her away from anyone and everything. But slowly Cru had lured her out, taught her how to move about, and Ekkos steady presence was welcomed, the smaller woman often acting as a guide in a subtle way. But today she had escaped with neither of them. It had been a painfully slow journey that was filled with her bumping into things and tripping endlessly. Irritation brewed inside her, peeling back her lips and dragging a growl from her throat.
And now she found herself in the woods. Naturally. Roots tangled at her paws, forcing her to move even slower and keep her gaze on the ground. Hackles would bristle in irritation, her tail beginning to lash back and forth. Damn that bitch to the deepest pits of hell. Voices would have the Queen lifting her head, broad furrowing. Audits strained, determining they had come from her right. Her singular verdant orb would shift back and forth, one voice in particular was familiar. Falk. She hesitated in approaching, their last meeting had not gone well, and now he was not alone. Steeling herself, she would move to approach, forced to take her time, their intwined scents filling her nostrils. Could this be Surreal.
Weaving in and out of trees, navigating over roots, it would take some time but fate had been kind and finally formed a small path for her walk uninterrupted. His last few sentences would breech tattered ears. Your family has been more family to me than most of my own blood has been. Ears flattened against her skull, immediately halting her steps, but it was to late to turn back now, her singular verdant orb would land on his familiar face, hurt and confusion flashing briefly. Her skull would tip to her left, angling her face so that she could see him better. Her words were suddenly useless, his name hanging on the tip of her tongue, but refusing to come out. It only vaguely registered that he was speaking of children. Their children. |