Forgotten
06-25-2015, 12:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-11-2015, 11:10 PM by Callisto.)
Walk | Talk | Think
Callisto never imagined that she could feel anymore confused and conflicted than when she had given in to a sudden desire to seek out the children she had been forced to have a year ago. Leaving to find them had been possibly the stupidest thing she had ever done to date - on a list that seemed to be growing by the day - and yet it had still been one of the most demure outings she had ever had. There was no sign of her children or the twisted, demented family she left them with near the S.S. Antiox. In fact, everything was instead covered and claimed by a pack, one that knew nothing of the sibling pair or the demon who kept them there. They had vanished without a trace, with no evidence left behind as to what became of them. Her children were gone.
"Well, it has been a long time," the cat stated, once more offering her opinion when the already distressed healer did not ask for it. Really, she could never keep her mouth shut and her thoughts to herself. Callisto half expected doing so might kill her if she tried. "There's no telling what happened to them." It was funny how her tune changed. First she had been so convinced that the kids were dead, that their derelict father was likely long gone with his "little pet" and their first litter, and if she had to make any guesses about how they had met their demise her guess was on the older kids. But now, after learning they had no story to go off of and seeing how Calli reacted, she had tried to offer whatever reassurance she could. As if it might make a difference.
"Just shut up." The typical sharp sting was absent from her voice, and honestly she struggled to feel it at all. She should have washed her hands entirely of the whole situation that she had walked away from, of the children, the demon, and any responsibility she might have felt playing a part in their lives. But this, knowing that she would never have her answers, knowing that she had no way to alleviate the guilt and find any type of closure for what had happened, made it all worse. Miraculously, the cat had nothing to say, and so Callisto continued to walk ahead of her in silence, following the familiar path back toward the heart of the Redbud Nook and her hidden cache of plants she had stashed away within it. She could not say yet what she planned to take, or if she even had anything that would work, but she fully intended to raid her stores for something - anything - to overcome the maddening sense of guilt, anger, and depression that she felt when she wanted most to feel nothing at all.
Callisto never imagined that she could feel anymore confused and conflicted than when she had given in to a sudden desire to seek out the children she had been forced to have a year ago. Leaving to find them had been possibly the stupidest thing she had ever done to date - on a list that seemed to be growing by the day - and yet it had still been one of the most demure outings she had ever had. There was no sign of her children or the twisted, demented family she left them with near the S.S. Antiox. In fact, everything was instead covered and claimed by a pack, one that knew nothing of the sibling pair or the demon who kept them there. They had vanished without a trace, with no evidence left behind as to what became of them. Her children were gone.
"Well, it has been a long time," the cat stated, once more offering her opinion when the already distressed healer did not ask for it. Really, she could never keep her mouth shut and her thoughts to herself. Callisto half expected doing so might kill her if she tried. "There's no telling what happened to them." It was funny how her tune changed. First she had been so convinced that the kids were dead, that their derelict father was likely long gone with his "little pet" and their first litter, and if she had to make any guesses about how they had met their demise her guess was on the older kids. But now, after learning they had no story to go off of and seeing how Calli reacted, she had tried to offer whatever reassurance she could. As if it might make a difference.
"Just shut up." The typical sharp sting was absent from her voice, and honestly she struggled to feel it at all. She should have washed her hands entirely of the whole situation that she had walked away from, of the children, the demon, and any responsibility she might have felt playing a part in their lives. But this, knowing that she would never have her answers, knowing that she had no way to alleviate the guilt and find any type of closure for what had happened, made it all worse. Miraculously, the cat had nothing to say, and so Callisto continued to walk ahead of her in silence, following the familiar path back toward the heart of the Redbud Nook and her hidden cache of plants she had stashed away within it. She could not say yet what she planned to take, or if she even had anything that would work, but she fully intended to raid her stores for something - anything - to overcome the maddening sense of guilt, anger, and depression that she felt when she wanted most to feel nothing at all.
