How do you say goodbye?

Zera'im · 01-17-2012, 08:29 PM

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Zera thanked the heavens for the Anathema caves this day, for the snow and wind screamed outside, causing the caverns to moan like a crone in despair. Zera’im had her cloak wrapped tightly around her alarmingly emaciated frame; it had had been difficult for her to find nourishing food, and her store of fruits had run dry. Her cough had also returned with a vengeance, and every bout now was coupled with the regurgitation of blood. She could hear how raspy her breathes were, could feel how her lungs rattled in her chest like a snake’s tail; she was dying. She had realized it after the return from Ichika, when her sickness had returned where she thought it was finally leaving her. It seemed like she had not caught the consumption in time, and her body was dying slowly on the inside, succumbing to the disease. For the first day she had mourned for herself, but then had made peace with it. Zera, being a woman of the cloth and earth, knew that the afterlife held more riches then anything she could have ever hoped to have on earth. She realized she was blessed to have lived such a long and fruitful life, and was happy that the Great Spirit was now calling her home.

Zera’im had returned to Anathema after her time away to look after Lillith, the pup of her dearest friend Panda, and it seemed that the weaker she became, the stronger did Lillith, almost as if she sucked the life out of her nanny just like the succubus that lent her her namesake. But Zera loved the fiery female, and watched with unabashed joy at everything she did. Even now she was sitting at the fire in Panda and Venom’s abode, watching their child play with a bone. The girl was so cute, and so lively, and she was beginning to speak now. She was bright. Zera’im wondered if she would live to see the girl’s first shift. With a sigh the shaman woman reached up to tighten the cloth around her mouth more securely, she did not want Lillith to catch the disease that was now claiming her body.

Panda was in the next room, meditating. Even from this distance the pressure that came along with astral projection was not lost on the Shaman woman and she tried to block her essence from disturbing her friend. The power that Panda possessed was great, though she was still young and inexperienced enough to not know how to harness it to its fullest potential; something that the collie woman had taken years to learn. But Zera’im had not released her power in all it fury in a long, long time, and she now doubted if she ever would again. It seemed as if she had fulfilled her purpose in life, though what that purpose was had never been fully revealed to her. The Great Spirit worked in mysterious ways it seemed.

Zera’im knew why Panda was so strongly meditating, it was to seek answers on her dead son. Zera’im had not spoken about what she had done with the body, for she did not wish to speak of the dead in this case. The spirits of children were sometimes the most dangerous, as Zera herself had been haunted by one in her youth. No, the little pup had been concecrated and buried correctly, and Zera had made an offering to the greater spirits for the safety of his soul. But Panda, as any mother would be, was curious. Perhaps she would find the answers in her astral visions.

But it seemed this would not be, for Venom entered her room and the sudden pop in pressure caused even Zera to become dizzy for a moment. Lillith ran over to her and suddenly splayed out in her lap and Zera’im was forced to fight through the delirium back to reality. The collie-woman grinned beneath her mask and pulled on Lillith’s black ears, much to the pup’s delight. But then the parents entered the room quite obviously intense in their focus, which was directly squarely at her. Zera’im raised her mismatched eyes to Panda’s brown ones just as the woman asked about the mask. Zera’im knew that eventually the question would come, and after shooing Lillith from her lap the woman stood to her full height, which did not seem as impressive because both Panda and Venom were similar in stature.

She walked over to Panda’s side, No, you need not worry about wearing masks yourselves. But please, I will tell you everything sister, but not here. Let us go outside. The prospect of leaving the warmth of the den was dismal, but Zera’im wanted to speak with Panda and Panda alone. Venom could look after Lillith. Besides, Zera’im felt that once the truth was told, Panda might want to do something that would require space and privacy.

#819

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