table © Alaine
ooc: <3 Okies. :3
WC: 500+
Sylvie forced herself to remain stoic in her expression, fighting off the will to gape at the ghost that was her once valkyrie-like guardian, to stare at the hollowed sinking of her cheeks as the skeleton like form turned so slightly to gaze at her. When was the last time the woman had eaten...? Had anything to drink...? Or even been outside of the bone-chilling room she once called her bedroom? Violet eyes shot to life, betraying her worry for the older collie in shining glares of highlighted color. What had become of the once proud apothecary? The woman that backsassed even the wild King of Cour Des Miracles himself?
Alaine had once been a great, grand example of a woman on a mission, a female uncontrolled, strong, unafraid. That fire, that everlasting lust for feministic rights and saving lives, for fending off unwanted attention and handling wild vagabond children... where had it gone? Was it lost beneath that icy barrier, the cold grip of frost that Sylvie too endured, the tomb quenching all of the flame until something lit it hotter and brighter than before. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Sylvie had recovered and grown into a sociable, understanding young woman, and hopefully the same could be said for her once proud Savior. Alaine needed to be reborn from the dying ashes of her previous fire, reignited in a blaze of flaming passions... but for now, things would have to be handled delicately.
Her idol had cracked, bent, lost herself to something beyond her control.
And that required careful manuevering and soft forward command. Her attentions slipped back to the present, eyes catching the glint of tear stains on Alaine's sunken cheeks. Sylvie blinked back tears herself then, trying still harder as the creamy valiant spoke. Her creaking voice startled the young woman, coupled with the use of a language unknown to the lilac beauty. She came forward all too eagerly into Alaine's embrace besides, but it was now more than ever obvious something was amiss. Alaine had always struggled with her daughter's French, and now she was speaking something Sylvie had never heard before? Added onto that lackluster appearance, the state of her mind, the vastly different manner in which the creamy dove presented herself, a frail stick to what she once was beneath soft ivory paws... it was terrifying. Immediately, Sylvie's thoughts settled onto a path of least resistance, pondering methods of returning her beloved mother to her once stubborn self, even as she held her tight.
"I'm here, don't worry..." She said soothingly, amazed with the situation. How could Caillen leave his mother in such a state? Or had he left prior to her apparent destruction, following a vanishing scent on the wind while his dam slowly sunk into a heavy depression? He had always said he would protect them both, after all... in taking his leave of Alaine, he forfeited that ability... and so had Sylvie. Damn it all! Guilt washed over the slender fairy, forming chills through sensitive spine as she finally pulled away to better survey her mother. "Alaine... when was the last time you ate something?" She asked then, maw settling into a straight, no nonsense sort of line. Ever the stubborn mother-figure, Sylvie couldn't let Alaine stay like that any longer.
Speak. Think. Walk.
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