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For Dierdre... with many <3's for this being so late... (when was this meant to be set by the way XD)
The evening was unseasonably warm, despite the scattered snowfalls that had been occurring all day, the sun had somehow warmed the earth enough that it wasn't uncomfortable to be out in the evening. The old church loomed over the churchyard, silhouetted against the rose coloured evening sky, the dominant feature in the old abandoned churchyard. Slowly a dark hand curled around the rusted bars of the old gate and pushed it open, once the gap was large enough to fit through, the ebony lady slipped into the grounds of the church. It was funny that Soran found herself here, the place where her eldest boy had been conceived, so soon after she had seen him and his new state of missing a limb, so much had happened to mother and son and so returning to the place where the pair's joint story had begun was strange for the ebony lady. The tall obsidian fae did not come here often, in fact she had only been here a handful of times, many of the memories she had of this place were tainted with sorrow or pain, except for a couple of times, one of which had been Deuce's ceremony, the celebration of her eldest daughter's life, that had been a wonderful and moving experience for all involved. This memory was potent in Soran's mind as she walked through the graveyard and came upon the place where the ceremony had taken place, she ran her hand over the cold stone of an imposing headstone, carved into the shape of an angel, its wings spread wide as it leant over the grave slightly. It was odd for an angelic statue; this one seemed to be less protecting the body beneath its feet and more threatening everyone around it. The jade eyed lady stared at it for a moment, its sharp pointed nose visible in even this dim evening light.
A soft wind blew through the abandoned churchyard, rustling the brambles and long grasses that had been allowed to grow unchecked since the people had gone. Soran pulled her long curled mane back out of her eyes, tying the loose strands back into a quickly plaited braid, securing the bottom with a strip of tan leather. Long fingers touched the silver pentagram that hung loosely around her neck, along with the piece of flint that she wore, both necklaces had special meaning for the dark lady, she smiled softly as she remembered Deuce giving her the pentagram necklace. Sitting down at the base of the threatening headstone, crossing her long legs, Soran rummaged through her canvas bag. Soon enough the dark lady found what she was looking for, her old flute, she had been to the house where she had hidden her old things when Aremys had been forced from their Syemv-land home and recovered a few items, she had left most of the books, and the heavy crossbow, but had gathered together a few tomes and her flute to take back to the Moaning Woods, which seemed to have become her home.
Slowly, Soran raised the instrument to her lips, struggling to remember how to position them around her pointed teeth to enable her to make the sound she required. Slowly she moved her fingers into position and gave a tentative blow across the instrument; to her delight a soft note filled the air. Pleased that she remembered how to play, the dark lady began to try tunes, soon enough the soft sound of a melody was floating through the air.
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[html]  It's fine! x33 And Feb 28 is actually perfect ^^
Dierdre was now used to the weight of the necklace around her neck--it rarely bothered her any more. She liked wearing the necklace because it made her think of deuce...but had ended up having to replace the thing that it had been hanging on with something else, a long piece of tanned leather. The necklace had gotten stuck in her fur a lot, and she had wanted to be able to keep wearing it without it pulling out tufts of the white fluff.
It swung back and forth as she walked through the city, walking aimlessly around. It was good for her to get some exercise, to get out a bit more than she had been...she hadn't been feeling good again lately. Dierdre had been wondering if it had been the flu coming back...but this came and went. It wasn't really that she threw up a lot...it was just that she wasn't ever hungry any more. And sometimes she felt dizzy, like the ground was tilting underneath her. She didn't know what these symptoms meant, that they pointed toward the inevitable. She was pregnant.
The two year old put her face up as the breeze swept through again. She was surprised at how warm it had gotten outside; usually it stayed bitterly cold this time of year. Maybe it was a sign. The girl closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying it for a short while. She was distracted when a peculliar scent hit her nose, one from the past. It intrigued her. Dierdre started toward the smell, knowing she was heading in the right direction when the smell started to get stronger. Before long she could hear something, too, a long, haunting melody. She came into the churchyard quietly, closing the creaky gate behind her as she went to investigate. Her knees felt a little weak, and she nearly stumbled as she approached. "...hello?"
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Ohhh that's ok then  and sorry if it's a bit choppy, am writing under the influence of very strong painkillers XD
Soran's jade eyes as her fingers moved along the flute, her mind totally focused on the tune she was playing, her thoughts trailing over each note as she remembered the melody. It had been a long time since the ebony flautist had played the shining silvered instrument, it had been before she had left the Souls lands, before she had left Khaden and Dhalia with Phasma, before a lot of things had happened, and yet it was like she had not put it down, her playing was rusty, but much more acceptable than she had thought it would be. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she played, the dark lady was pleased that she had remembered, pleased that there was something in her that was still something of what she had been. The gentle breeze played across the fae's face, blowing the loose strands of her mane about, behind her, in the dying light, the stone angle appeared to be blushing as it watched the obsidian mother play. She leant further back against the chilled stone behind her, relaxing into her playing, her focus solely on the tune that she was playing.
Which is why the lady jumped so violently when a voice called out, she had not been expecting a single sound to cut through the melodic tapestry that she was weaving in the air, so the sudden unexpected noise startled the dark lady, the flute slipped from her hands, landing in her lap silently. Her head turned towards the source of the voice sharply, her mind whirling, going through her memory, trying to match the voice to a name, a face, anything. The voice had been familiar and yet not, there were tones that she had known, and yet it was different, changed, perhaps someone who had aged? Now Soran wished that she hadn't said somewhere that was upwind of the rusted gate, here she was unable to catch any familiar scents on the breeze, here she couldn't tell whether the voice was from friend or foe.
And then finally, through the dim light and the thick undergrowth, Soran's sharp jade eyes caught a glimmer of a wolf, a pallid white lady, for a moment, just a second Soran thought that she was looking at Deuce, that her former lover had come to visit the place where she had thanked her goddess for her eldest daughter. But, the dark lady realised, this female was too young, not as mature as her beloved pallid angel. Now staring at the pale girl silently, Soran raked her mind for who it might be, who was this young lady who looked so much like Deuce? Then a thought struck her, but surely that was impossible, the feisty young girl could not have changed that much, her cinnamon hues surely hadn't disappeared altogether? It couldn't be..."Dierdre?" The obsidian lone wolf called out questioningly, still unsure as to whether it was the young girl that she watched grow from a small pup.
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[html] No problemo! Me too!! Well...not that strong of painkillers. XD I get my x-rays looked at tomorrow. Just back pain  And Soran should give Dierdre music lessons!
She had only been here a few times before, not enough to count the place as familiar. She could still hear the music as she came in, the wonderful notes flowing up and down, louder and softer. She hadn't thought that it was possible for a werewolf to play such an instrument--but there sat the lady, and there sat the flute. Dierdre knew something about musical instruments, but not as much as she wanted to know. She had found an instrument shop in the human city and had given Pilot a violin and lesson book from there.
She heard her own name come from the mouth of the wolf, an older one that seemed vaguely familiar. She frowned when she thought about it. The lady's voice sounded confused, like she wasn't sure who Dierdre was--but at the same time, it was Dierdre's name that she had spoken! It had been such a long time since she'd seen Soran...she wasn't sure if what she was seeing was real or not. In the past, she'd tried everything she could to forget the female!
"Soran?" She didn't realize how much she had changed. Dierdre was whiter, without the same orange in her fur as before...but she did still have a bit of it left, small cinnamon flecks littering her back, ruining the bright white. It was the only thing that she had gotten from Thanos, really.
"You look different!" She wasn't sure what to do, now. Did Soran even want her there?
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