07-12-2011, 07:13 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;">  pushitinThe ebony lady was rather enjoying the day so far, she was mostly cleaned off now, her ebony limbs were free from the ash of the old lands, ash of the house and the boat. She had momentarily paused to think about this, wondering for a moment if she should leave some of it, or save some of it, it was the only thing she really had of her old home, well, the only thing left of it's destruction, she still had the jagged piece of flint that hung around her neck on a leather strap; and she supposed she had gathered the beads from the feathers that adorned it from around the lands as well, but it didn't seem a sturdy enough piece of evidence that the lands had even existed. She still had a couple of books and her flue, but again, it didn't seem tactile enough, substantial enough, it wasn't the house, where her son was born, it wasn't the kitchen where she had fallen in love with Deuce, all she had left of her old home were some small trinkets, they were insignificant to most, but to the green eyed fae they meant more than anything she could have explained. Thinking of falling in love with Deuce made the ebony fae sigh, the alabaster fae had been the love of her life, well perhaps the second love, for she would always love Summer, had she not died then the chance was high that the pair of them would still have been together now, growing old and silver furred together. But she had fallen in love with Deuce and lost her as well, she seemed to be especially skilled at losing those she loved, she had even chose to lost some of them. pushitinThinking of Deuce made the ebony fae long to touch the pentagram necklace around her neck, it had been given to her by the alabaster fae on the night the pair had become mates, it was the only thing she had left of Deuce; again another treasured possession. With a moment of renewed energy the ebony fae stood, stretching out her limbs, listening to them crack and groan as her legs lengthened, felt her knee joints change, her hips realigning themselves so that she could stand on two legs, a long curled mane growing from her head. Finally she was herself again, ten fingers and ten toes, long lithe limbs, curled mane. She sat down where she had been again once the change was fully complete, though this time cross legged, her fingers instantly reaching for her throat, brushing first against the cool stone of the flint necklace, and then against the silver pentagram. Deft fingers stroked against it gently, her fingers turning it this way and that on the silvered chain. The dark lady was lost entirely in a reverie, thinking about the alabaster fae and how, for a time, she had been completely happy. Oh how she hoped that she could regain that happiness. pushitinThese thoughts were broken by a sudden nervous shout, she turned her head to see who had shouted to suddenly be greeted with a mottled brown pup, with a shock of red across her chest, a very familiar red to Soran, although she knew it was ridiculous to assume that everyone who bore an orange flash of fur was in some way related to her children, though perhaps she might have been Conri's child, he could have found a new mate after all. At the little brown pup's question she looked down at her and smiled slightly, they were such joys when they were that age, so adventurous, so over excited, keen to see everything and anything they could, quick to question, quick to explore, quick to rush about. The sable furred lady was just about to reply when a worried looking fae suddenly rushed up, apologising and scolding the small child for rushing off. Soran raised her head to meet the golden gaze of this other fae, smiling more broadly now she could see that this must be the pup's mother and not some stranger who was chasing her, then again the pup couldn't have been being chased, she was far too relaxed. "Oh don't worry about it, my son was just the same when he was her age." The ebony lady replied with a little laugh, though it was cut short by the realisation that Dhalia and Khaden too would have been rushing around at that age and she had missed it. "In answer to your question little one, I'm Soran, Soran Aatte, and it's very nice to meet you and your mother, what's your name?" The ebony fae replied to the little lady that was looking up at her, "I am sorry, what's your name as well, it's very impolite to only ask for one of a pair's name after all." The obsidian wolf added, smiling up at the brown furred mother, wondering if she should stand, or if the smaller of the pair would be very upset at losing eye contact. |