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Sorry it took me so long, back date to whenever if you want! Also, I noticed in your post with Slay you played it like the church is visible from Flanders Field… but it’s not. The church they live in is set back quite a ways in the territory, not connected at all to the cemetery! This post set near Obereon’s Spring.
.... She stood perfectly still, eyes closed but nose twitching. Already she had stood that way with her eyes open, looking for the changes, as if they were indeed tangible and visible. Perhaps though, if she could not see them she could smell them? Or hear them? When all that entered her nostrils was the smell of decaying leaves she focused on the sounds. Yet there was nothing that gave her a clue, nothing that told her, this is it. Certainly then, if the changes were not able to be seen, heard or smelt, could they be tasted? Cercelee laughed at this, for although the other ideas had seem plausible, this one seemed ridiculous. Yet, she could feel the changes, oh yes.
....Slay was back up and about, out of his damned hibernation and into the real world once more. Something was different, and Cercelee wasn’t sure when it had occurred, hence her strange search to find some evidence still lingering, but she felt it. There was a new electricity between them, whenever she went near him it shocked her and left her wanting more, more, more. It seemed she couldn’t get enough lately. Although their home was now emptier than before, the five de Sadira children having gone and she had stopped hoping for any word or return of them, the electricity filled the air and that was enough to keep her happy for now.
.... The weather itself’s seemed to sense this change, the sparks that flew between herself and Slay jolted the trees and caused them to lose leaves. It even seared them, singeing them new colors, burnt colors. Red, orange, yellow. Cercelee opened her eyes again not knowing how long she had stood there but by the light filtering through the thick tree tops and splaying itself across the surface of the spring she knew it was late afternoon. Contently she sighed, letting her eyes slid shut again as she stood motionless. Despite the many duties she had neglected lately, she felt there was no better way to spend her time just now. No better way.
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Yay, it turned out better than I expected it to!
Word Count: 317. Worth 2 points.
Hanna had to agree. Life was pretty sweet right then. She had been back in Dahlia only a couple days, though not officially; only at the request and escort of Mew, but it was nice to be back among the areas she had become familiar with during the time she had lived in Dahlia de Mai as a member. She was making a sort of sentimental trek, circling around and lingering in a place for some time before moving on and going elsewhere. That day her paws had carried her from Mew's den in Wolfville, through a small part of Berwick and a ravine that she didn't know the name of, into Oberon's Spring.
Hanna could not help but be thrust into the past, for it was here that she had confessed to Cercelee that she had had feelings for her mate. The femme was no longer sad that she could not have Slay. He was nice, and she had been more than a little upset then, but now some couple months later she realized that there were others out there that perhaps were more suited for her than he was. She could now be happy for the pairing and wish them long lives together in happiness.
It was fitting that the medic found herself approaching a familiar white figure, as well. Hanna did not doubt that at some point she would encounter Cercelee, though she hoped that Mew would have alerted her to Hanna's presence in the pack so that the ebony woman did not cause problems. Her niece had not informed her either way, but surely the story held water, given Mew's past. So Hanna was not worried to come near the leader, stand near her and gaze at the dying embers of the sun mixing with the burnt hues of autumn reflecting over the spring. Her voice echoed quietly across the water, "Hello, Cer."
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Sorry this is shortness, but at least it’s something.
.... The voice entered her consciousness, although the scent of the female had long before made her presence known. Without even opening her eyes, Cercelee smiled in the direction of the voice, her own soft, melodic tones greeting the older women. “Hello Hanna.” Slowly, for Cercelee was in no hurry at all, her eyes opened and the Rosea regarded the once member of Dahlia de Mai. This was the wolf who had helped created Dahlia alongside Mew, Slay and Colibri. This was the female who had left them without a healer. The woman who had returned and admitted her feelings for the Rosea’s mate. Now she was to be the one to bring Mew’s children into the world. The smile Cer offered the woman was kind, and genuine.
.... “How are you?” It had been a while since they had talked. There were in fact many wolves that Cercelee felt out of touch with. Ember for one. Her cousin and one of the few wolves outside of Dahlia that Cercelee would give her life for. Savina was another, they had come across each other by chance when Conor and Emwe were missing, but that seemed worlds ago. Both wolves were leaders of their own packs though, and so understood, or Cercelee hoped, the lack of time one sometimes had when holding a position such as their own. And where was Hanna staying these days, Cercelee watched the woman closely now, trying to recall if the raven female had told Cer where she was staying last time they spoke. Last time Cer hadn’t paid too much attention to anything but the words about Slay, so she hoped Hanna would understand if Cercelee repeated the same questions at this meeting.
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It's alright. Sorry about the wait! x.x
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Slowly Cer turned to look at her and returned her greeting. She did not seem upset that Hanna was there, so Mew must have alerted her. Unless she just plain was okay with Hanna's being there. Either way, the sable woman was not going to ask her to get mad at her. She would enjoy the chance to catch up with the leader instead of pondering the whys and wherefores. "I've been doing well, Cer, thank you for asking. How has life been treating you?" Hanna shifted her weight from one foot to the other, turning her attention to the ground there. She wanted to ask what had been happening in the pack, but that really was none of her business now. It had been awhile, so much had probably occurred that she was unaware of, but she would not ask.
"I've found myself a place in a pack, in AniWaya. So far I seem to be fitting in, more than I expected to. I have been there since the end of July and things are going well. I found and rescued a wolf who had apparently washed up west of here, on the Peninsula. He probably is still sleeping much of the day; he was unconscious when I discovered him." Hanna shut her mouth, her lips thinning into a line. First time she had seen the ivory woman in several months and yet here she was yammering on, not giving her time to speak herself.
Hanna's tail waved softly behind her, and she did as Cercelee had been doing, closing her eyes and stilling herself so only her ears twitched with the songs of the birds that were preparing to retreat to the nest for the night. It was such a lovely sound, that birdsong. She was glad Tobias had stayed near Mew's house; that way he couldn't frighten the poor seed eaters.
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.... Cercelee smiled at the lady, when she asked how the Rosea was but then went into her own doings and life. It was good to hear that the woman had found a home within Aniwaya, but it was also strange to know that the ex-member, one of the founding members of the pack, felt far more at home in the strange tribe than in Dahlia de Mai. Yet they were all free to come and go as they pleased, Cercelee did not bar anyone from leaving. The Rosea still knew very little of the tribal pack, except that her cousin and friend Ember has found her way over there as well and that it seemed she had taken a high position, though just how high Cercelee didn’t know. Very rarely did she leave the pack lands, and if she did it was only on official pack business, so her path crossed very little with some of her friends from before. It was a shame, but part of the life she had chosen.
....Hanna’s tale of rescuing the wolf brought to mind Shell, who had disappeared from Cer’s social circle as quickly as she had come. Cercelee did not mention her own rescue, but she smiled broadly at Hanna’s pleasure in helping others. When the sable female finally did quit speaking Cercelee opened her mouth for her own speech on what she had been up to, but she knew that she would share very little of value with the wolf. Just the most basic of everything. “I‘ve been well. Everything with Slay has been well and the pack‘s okay too.”
.... Neither was very true but true enough. Now everything with Slay was well again, but his period of depression still sometimes haunted her and the pack was under a new foreign threat, but none of the pack members had been harmed. Both issues, Cercelee was sure, Hanna might be aware of. Surely the sable female would have sought out Slay, but Cercelee would question neither of them on that, Slay was incapable of cheating on his mate so Cercelee would not waste energy worry over that. The pack’s issues were clear, for no matter how quickly Cercelee removed the traps that laced their borders, more appeared. Hanna had probably noticed those as well. “What is life in Aniwaya like?” Best to keep all topics breezy.
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