So long

Palaydrian Soul · 10-02-2012, 12:14 PM

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Jiva and Drin are saying their goodbyes, feel free to have your characters come see them off. Dated for 10/01

EDIT: Since this is turning into a completely informal pack thread, please know there is no longer any posting order. (That way mini conversations can be played out, etc.)

Word Count → 8+

The trip to Sangi’lak had been exactly what the woman needed, a little respite to clear the air of the growing tensions within New Dawn before and after the hurricane. However, not two days from when she and her mate arrived back within the glen eyrie and scooped up their child, Palaydrian felt a shift in wind...physically and emotionally. Things had changed dramatically while the two had been gone and after much discussion, the tears, and pouring out of frustrations, the two decided New Dawn was no longer their home. Feeling sickened within their own pack lands was no way to live and yet they’d done so for the past month, but enough was enough. Their closest friends knew their reasons why and hell there was no arguing with their sentiments, every bit of it true in the fibers of their being, but goodbyes were always painful...but no worse than what the pair were turning into. Bitter, angry, and constantly on edge. These were the negative feelings that constantly oppressed the sweet and gentle Omega.

She had had enough, and was relieved to discover she wasn’t alone. Jiva listened to her and his feelings were the same. They’d leave in the morning and that was that. The time for discussion and being persuaded to stay had passed, with a heavy heart growing steadily lighter with their final decision, the two would depart.

Little Eden would be missed. Amongst the wreckage of the garden, Drin collected all her things; storing dried herbs and flowers into rabbit hide bags, seeds, gourd bowls, bird houses, tools, and the scraps she had been making into deerskin slings, the windchime, all of it that spoke of her existence here was neatly packed away and tucked into the numerous hides she and her lover had worked on. The satchel she’d received in Casa di Cavalieri was converted with a few leather strips to create a type of carrier for Leaf. He hated it of course, as any young child hates being confined, but it made carrying him a handsfree event as both she and the former Delta would need as much arm and hand space as possible to carry the things they’d been collecting. Funny how they lived in a wild pack and yet this little hoard of theirs (all natural of course) had gone unnoticed or rather they hadn’t realized how much stuff was accumulating overtime.

Drin couldn’t bare to part with some of the things she’d created with her harvest of gourds, but luckily the hollowed out cases were light and Jiva didn’t protest...much, when she strapped two more onto the five he already was carrying. She had to make sure they’d have enough water and food for their journey and though they had otterskin bags full to the brim, an extra gourd or two filled up at deer lake wouldn’t hurt. The seeds were the most important thing in the golden woman’s mind. They dangled, protected between her breasts within a leather pouch tied around her neck, she’d see her garden flourish once more in a different place and a different time, but these were the vessels of regrowth...holding so much symbolism in their small hardcased bodies.

Zalia and Tobias were instructed to seek them out later, and the two seemed to prefer flying separately above from their companions, much preferring the air over a jouncy shoulder of a wolf on a hillside trek. With a tearful look back at the garden that once was, Palaydrian’s hand slipped into Jiva’s and the two headed back towards the lake where Sky’s medical hut was being rebuilt.

Leaf dreamed on peacefully against Palaydrian’s abdomen, his cheek nestled against the bottom of the seed-bearing pouch. The sun had yet to burn off the early morning fog, it was only a few hours from dawn, and their surroundings were still. Even the birds seemed to be more reserved this somber morning. An array of slings, pouches, bags, and gourds lay against the damp ground on the borders. It was here where they’d make their final goodbyes. Drin had fashioned her long hair into low side pony, finding the wavy tendrils a good distraction and quick covering for Leaf for when he’d wake up. The boy would be disoriented, but mother’s milk seemed to keep him in a coma for a few hours. Her ocean eyes were still swimming from earlier, but after looking to her mate and receiving his nod of assurance, she lifted her maw to the sky and sang out her mournful song.

Rain comes over the grey hills,
And on the air, a soft goodbye.
Hear the song that I sing to you,
When the time has come to fly.

The friendships and bonds they made would be missed, but never forgotten.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

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