[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Cer’s ears twitched,
These lands have turned into ashes, and I need to leave. The stench fills my whole being, it’s disgusting. The signs of destruction clung to her, she thought that she could feel the ashy smell seep into her pores. Gazing down at her legs, covered in soot, she could not tell where the ash ended and the natural light grey the flecked up her legs began, the only markings that kept her separate from the ghost of her grandmother. The words formed a tight ball in her throat, but she quickly swallowed the foul tasting emotions. Colibri was not talking of her, only the land they had wrongly claimed as home and so quickly lost. The same place Cercelee was fleeing. The place where her father’s life had begun, and so in a way, had her’s. The place that her family had sprung from, fled, and returned to so many times. The place that meant so little to her now.
What will become of you? Cercelee’s navy eyes lit up, turned upon Colibri with a curious glance. The question hadn’t occurred to her yet, although it was certainly a natural one and one she supposed many of the wolves climbing the mountain pass fretted over. Cercelee shrugged, she didn’t know, but did not say so out loud. Cercelee hadn’t given much thought to what she would do upon returning to Clouded Tears, except wait for Coli to come back, so it wasn’t as if any big plans had been ruined for her. Clouded Tears had just been a home, an obvious one because she knew that she had a spot there. The young female was willing to accept Clouded Tears as such and make a life there, be happy, but she could do that anywhere, couldn’t she? For a moment she felt the world tumble beneath her as the revelation that she had no sure place in this world dawned. There was no cursed lands to return to now, no history she could latch onto and claim for her own. The world settled and Cercelee realized the falling feeling had all been in her head. She was no better off then than she was now, only now she’d have to find her own place.
Find somewhere new. The words made it all seem so simple. Yet Cer did not know what to expect once she went down the other end of the mountain, didn’t know if there would be shelter or food, but she could keep moving until she found it. Whatever lay before her, she was ready, she had done it before on her own after Coli had told her to move on without her, she could do it again. Still, she had been alone for months now, with only a short interlude as a Clouded Tears member, it was tiring.
It would be smarter to travel together, you know? We don’t know what’s down the other side, if food will be easy to get or anything. Cercelee was hopeful, it sounded logical enough. Why else did wolves make packs, but for protection and to get food? Surely if they weren’t with pack, at least two was better than one? Despite the logical appeal to her words, Cercelee knew she was just grasping at the female who reminded her of her friend, of the motherly figure that could so easily be Lyla, of a stranger who was on the same path as her. Once she got a hold she probably wouldn’t let go so easily.
