one saw mud but the other saw stars

Eris Eternity · 04-09-2011, 01:28 AM

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We were living proof of a dying dream

The truth is no one saw us coming

Consumed by grief would not have been an accurate description of the coal-hued woman's feelings; it was not so pervasive and all-encompassing that she could not function. Of course, it was not without conscious effort on her part to keep it that way. Often she began to think of Wretch, her mind spiraling tightly around that core concept -- Wretch is gone, some dark corner of her mind would whisper quietly -- and she would have to pull that thought from her head, tearing it from her conscious thought and stuffing it away in those darker recesses of her head. It would not do to be unable to care for her remaining children; it would not do to fall to pieces before Larkspur. That same disquieting voice whispered to her that he did not truly love her, that he only cared for her because she brought his children into this world and she would bring more still, given the chance. Then again, hadn't that been all she valued him for at the outset, too?

The approach of another did not go unnoticed by the coal-hued woman; her small, wolfish ears twitched at the sounds of movement somewhere behind her. There was no fear within her; she assumed it to be Larkspur at first, until she caught that the footfalls were Optime, and not Lupus, and far lighter than any footstep Larkspur could ever hope to make. At that, the chartreuse-eyed woman's head twisted around, swiveling to peer at the tawny-shaded woman. She was slim and coyote-like, and the hybrid looked over her with surprise, lifting both brows as her gaze drew over those markings -- she recognized them and knew their significance with a stab of fear, but she said nothing. The accent, familiar and melodious, flowed over the still night air.

“It is. Have to spend some time outside, otherwise I start to forget what it's like,” she said, waving a paw awkwardly to indicate the world at large. It was hyperbole, true enough, but it was not such an exaggeration that the hybrid began to miss the sun and fresh air after too long spent underground. There was a faint glint of recognition in the sand-hued hybrid's face, and Eris, the former Eternian, waited, that faint and thudding anxiety building deep in her belly somewhere.

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