09-14-2011, 02:48 PM
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She had yet to find a room. She wasn't worried about it just yet. She had time before snow started falling. She was sitting on the stone wall in the field near her lavender, doodling in her notebook. Her gaze drifted to the house, remembering the good times when they had first come to the lands. Things had seemed so bleak back then, fresh from the fire, not knowing if anyone survived or not. She had been lucky, mostly. Her boys had been unharmed, her mate had been unharmed. How different would life have been if Lucifer had died in the fire? She blamed him for a lot of what went wrong. She knew she was at fault for a lot of things that went wrong, but he was just as much so. She glanced at her notebook, seeing the familiar face of her now deceased ex-mate. It was depressing, but relieving, to know he was gone. Tal didn't give them details, but she didn't need them. Lucifer had ruined Noah, nearly destroyed herself. She loved who he'd once been, but things had never been the same after the boys had been born.
She shut the notebook, looking up at the sky. She let out a slow breath. Life was going by so fast, it seemed. The older she got the quicker it went. Her son was a father, had a mate. She didn't know whatever had happened to her oldest daughter, nor her youngest. Dierdre had vanished after the fire. And she had left Sora with Budha. She didn't know where Willow was, either. She supposed she should feel like a bad mother, but she didn't. Tal and Noah had turned out as good adults, regardless of their poor parents. She stood, shaking herself, and stretching. She let out a large yawn as she stretched. She looked up at the manor again, smiling gently and shaking her head. It was ironic that she would end up here, at the same place she began.
She had yet to find a room. She wasn't worried about it just yet. She had time before snow started falling. She was sitting on the stone wall in the field near her lavender, doodling in her notebook. Her gaze drifted to the house, remembering the good times when they had first come to the lands. Things had seemed so bleak back then, fresh from the fire, not knowing if anyone survived or not. She had been lucky, mostly. Her boys had been unharmed, her mate had been unharmed. How different would life have been if Lucifer had died in the fire? She blamed him for a lot of what went wrong. She knew she was at fault for a lot of things that went wrong, but he was just as much so. She glanced at her notebook, seeing the familiar face of her now deceased ex-mate. It was depressing, but relieving, to know he was gone. Tal didn't give them details, but she didn't need them. Lucifer had ruined Noah, nearly destroyed herself. She loved who he'd once been, but things had never been the same after the boys had been born.
She shut the notebook, looking up at the sky. She let out a slow breath. Life was going by so fast, it seemed. The older she got the quicker it went. Her son was a father, had a mate. She didn't know whatever had happened to her oldest daughter, nor her youngest. Dierdre had vanished after the fire. And she had left Sora with Budha. She didn't know where Willow was, either. She supposed she should feel like a bad mother, but she didn't. Tal and Noah had turned out as good adults, regardless of their poor parents. She stood, shaking herself, and stretching. She let out a large yawn as she stretched. She looked up at the manor again, smiling gently and shaking her head. It was ironic that she would end up here, at the same place she began.