never meant it to be this way

*Mirabelle* · 07-07-2015, 07:31 PM

she stood there, silently, listening to her friend's words; gaining comfort from them. She stood there silently, head resting against Motif's, until the tears dried, and she was composed again. As much as she could be. She took a slight step back, her head still near Motif's; just far enough away to look her friend in the eyes.

"Thank you." Two words, and she put as much meaning into those words as she possibly could. Gratefulness, first and foremost. Sorrow, second. An odd joy, third. It was an odd mix, but it was everything Mira felt. Then she stepped forward once more. "I'll come back," she whispered to the Destruction. "I promise." Come back to Motif; come back to Abaven. Come back to those she abandoned over a year ago. She swore it, to herself and to Motif.

Eyes closed, she moved back. It was time for her to go. Motif knew; her insides were soothed. Just those steps back and one look Motif would know that Mira could not linger any longer; Motif was much too smart not to notice. A small smile, and she was brushing past the dark brown female, pausing only to rasp a lick across the ears. Then she was past, her tail sliding free of Motif's side. She didn't look back, though, not until she was nearly out of sight, swallowed by the thick grasses. There she turned, to take one last look at the one person who stayed by her side, this entire time, even when Mira herself didn't do that. Yellow eyes meeting yellow, Mirabelle asked one last favor:

"Please, if my daughter comes to Alacritia, look after her, Motif."

Then she was gone, swallowed up by the dying grasses.

"Words"

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