she killed it with kisses and from it she fled

Sage River Lykoi · 03-02-2011, 01:59 AM

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Date: March 3, 2011. Or whenever you'd like.

Setting: Shattered Coast, northern border.

Time: Morning

Character Form:Optime, avec un cheval

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Sage is kinda SAAADDDD. WC: 425

She was away from home again. Rather far away, too. But this time, there was a reason. Sage needed to be away; if she stayed there, she would think too much of Daddy. Surely he was dead, or simply just gone... she didn't even know which one was worse. If he were just gone, that meant that he'd knowingly left with his daughters still in Inferni. After all, Clover had seen him since she'd been there, even if it was brief. It just wasn't fair, how could he not even want to see them?

All she knew was the the Father she'd loved was gone, and there was no trace of his imminent return. It didn't matter that he hadn't been the one to raise her, that he'd left quite early in her life. It didn't matter, because she'd come here for him. For a chance to change her atmosphere. But now she'd done it, and where was he? Nowhere.

The Lykoi girl supposed she'd adjusted alright without him, having been able to find solace in these lands still. China's company had become an even more integral, imperative part to the hippie child's life, and despite their recent, occasional time apart, she could not help but be thankful that she at least had her gentle sister to come back to. Clover was there, too; although her presence had been more scarce lately.

She craved the change in scenery; the smell of the salty spray of the ocean, feeling the moist air fill her lungs. The girl took a deep, appreciative breath, happy to have this sort of distraction available to her. If she could just immerse herself here, for a few hours, she would survive.

Sage had ridden in on Lennon, but as they neared the rocky ledges, she'd chosen to dismount, preferring to lead the horse closer on foot. The girl found a perfect location to sit and watch the waves, hear them crashing, able to feel the power of the earth right there for herself. Then again, she'd felt it all too recently, during the snowstorm. The Imaginifer pushed these reminders away, instead sitting down cross-legged, back against a leafless tree, taking grateful puffs of a joint she'd lit. This was where she'd met that curious little puppy, Arnette. This was a perfect, peaceful place.

Yellow, glazed eyes wandered occasionally from the water, keeping track of her lovely painted companion who grazed idly nearby.

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