08-26-2011, 07:22 PM
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She was sitting on the steps of the manor. She hadn't chosen a room yet, preferring instead to sleep outside and watch the stars. She found herself thinking of Budha and Sora, and hoping they were okay. She thought too of Willow and Haku, of Tal and Noah, and even of Lucifer, the fallen angel who had almost destroyed her. It had been three years since the fire that had drove her to these lands, where Conri, Naniko, Lucifer, herself, and three others had formed the pack of Twilight Vale, along with her two sons and her grandsons. Jazper had come later, and she'd demanded her adopted son be taken in. It seemed so very long ago that she had taught him how to read. And it had been a long time ago. She would be nine in March. She'd met Thanos when she was almost 2. Meeting him had set off a chain of events that had changed her life forever.
She had returned not knowing how much -and how little- life had changed in the lands. She stretched out her legs, leaning back to stare at the sky. She took in a slow breath, and let it out slowly, drinking in deeply of Crimson Dreams scents. She smiled gently, then sat up again, returning her attention to the sketchbook in her lap. She was doodling, really. Nothing firm was taking shape, though stray lines here and there were revealing a small female face, soft with sleep. Sora. Deuce had left her in good hands. Her daughter would be safe with Budha.
Deuce sighed softly, shutting the sketchbook and returning it to her satchel. Also in the satchel was a small bundle of lavender. The pallid woman loved the scent of lavender. It suited her well, so she carried it with her, or rubbed some of the dried brush against her fur to carry the scent with her. She wondered if her small lavender patch was still here. She'd grown three different types of lavender. She could bundle up more and dry it.
Why wait until later? She stood, stretching her lithe frame. It hadn't been too far from the manor that she had planted the lavender. And it grew back year after year. True, one or two of the three breeds might not be flowering right then, but she could make sure they were there. They had been behind the house, in the meadow. She rounded the corner, proceeding down a well used path. She smiled as she walked, remembering taking this path with Tal many times. It didn't take the woman long to find what she wanted. By the stone wall in the center of the feild, her lavender was still growing. She laughed softly, seeing the deep purple blooms were just starting to fade. The soft pink lavender was flowering strong, and the whitish lavender was too. All three were flowering. She took in a deep breath, appreciating the heady sweetness. She'd come back in the morning after the dew had dried, to harvest some to dry.
She was sitting on the steps of the manor. She hadn't chosen a room yet, preferring instead to sleep outside and watch the stars. She found herself thinking of Budha and Sora, and hoping they were okay. She thought too of Willow and Haku, of Tal and Noah, and even of Lucifer, the fallen angel who had almost destroyed her. It had been three years since the fire that had drove her to these lands, where Conri, Naniko, Lucifer, herself, and three others had formed the pack of Twilight Vale, along with her two sons and her grandsons. Jazper had come later, and she'd demanded her adopted son be taken in. It seemed so very long ago that she had taught him how to read. And it had been a long time ago. She would be nine in March. She'd met Thanos when she was almost 2. Meeting him had set off a chain of events that had changed her life forever.
She had returned not knowing how much -and how little- life had changed in the lands. She stretched out her legs, leaning back to stare at the sky. She took in a slow breath, and let it out slowly, drinking in deeply of Crimson Dreams scents. She smiled gently, then sat up again, returning her attention to the sketchbook in her lap. She was doodling, really. Nothing firm was taking shape, though stray lines here and there were revealing a small female face, soft with sleep. Sora. Deuce had left her in good hands. Her daughter would be safe with Budha.
Deuce sighed softly, shutting the sketchbook and returning it to her satchel. Also in the satchel was a small bundle of lavender. The pallid woman loved the scent of lavender. It suited her well, so she carried it with her, or rubbed some of the dried brush against her fur to carry the scent with her. She wondered if her small lavender patch was still here. She'd grown three different types of lavender. She could bundle up more and dry it.
Why wait until later? She stood, stretching her lithe frame. It hadn't been too far from the manor that she had planted the lavender. And it grew back year after year. True, one or two of the three breeds might not be flowering right then, but she could make sure they were there. They had been behind the house, in the meadow. She rounded the corner, proceeding down a well used path. She smiled as she walked, remembering taking this path with Tal many times. It didn't take the woman long to find what she wanted. By the stone wall in the center of the feild, her lavender was still growing. She laughed softly, seeing the deep purple blooms were just starting to fade. The soft pink lavender was flowering strong, and the whitish lavender was too. All three were flowering. She took in a deep breath, appreciating the heady sweetness. She'd come back in the morning after the dew had dried, to harvest some to dry.