What Is This Ache In My Heart?
01-02-2015, 11:30 AM
Spring may have come, but it brought no peace for the multi-colored woman. She wasn't sure where she stood with Mercy. The woman had yet to speak with Revenge, finding her own cowardice holding her down. Ellis had spoken her apologies, yet Mercy's words still echoed in her mind. In her heart. It was her fault the family was broken. Her fault that Othello made her own children feel unwanted. That Revenge, Mercy, Theisinova, and her son left. The woman would give a heavy sigh, feeling the wind swirling around her. Where had she gone so wrong? Was it truly so wrong that the small healer had wanted to keep herbs handy for her friend? For the children?
That made her wonder too of Othello. The white woman had nearly died during her birthing. A flurry of images that came back to her during her apology to Mercy. She felt her heart clench, head lowering with her teal-green eyes squeezed closed. Was... was Othello alright? Was her friend alive? Guilt ate at her. If Othello wasn't alive... was that her fault as well? Were the gods punishing her?
Eyes would partially open again, fighting the tears that wanted to come. The world was coming back to life, spring rolling in and the snow going out. Yet Ellis felt part of her heart still dead. The woman wasn't sure what to do anymore. Should she look for Othello? Try and speak with Mercy again? Speak to Revenge? Ellis felt so lost, her mind drifting to her daughter. Theisinova... she had promised to return to Alacritis someday... perhaps soon. But... would she? Would Ellis ever see either of her children again?
That made her wonder too of Othello. The white woman had nearly died during her birthing. A flurry of images that came back to her during her apology to Mercy. She felt her heart clench, head lowering with her teal-green eyes squeezed closed. Was... was Othello alright? Was her friend alive? Guilt ate at her. If Othello wasn't alive... was that her fault as well? Were the gods punishing her?
Eyes would partially open again, fighting the tears that wanted to come. The world was coming back to life, spring rolling in and the snow going out. Yet Ellis felt part of her heart still dead. The woman wasn't sure what to do anymore. Should she look for Othello? Try and speak with Mercy again? Speak to Revenge? Ellis felt so lost, her mind drifting to her daughter. Theisinova... she had promised to return to Alacritis someday... perhaps soon. But... would she? Would Ellis ever see either of her children again?