when you let me in, did you forget where i had been -
Posted by - n i e v e on February 28, 2009, 12:58 am, in reply to "But we still have today!"
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- She should have known that, of anyone, Lycoris would remember her - Wonderpony would never, ever let her down, although Nieve didn't return the favor. She vanished without a word from Solira's shores on day, quietly slipping away while the Scholar was otherwise occupied and vanishing among the mists of time and space as she found her destiny and lost it again in one fell, heartbreaking swoop. If she hadn't been lost in her grief (for herself, for Him, for her mother - mothers - that abandoned her, for the quiet, sunny Nievegirl she thought she could be) she could have sensed the mare, the mare who was her first and only friend and in every respect, the only mother she'd ever really known.
- The butterfly child senses the burst of winds and excuberence right before Lycoris and Hesper bound back into her life, all rainbows and smiles and cheer, and she, the Gloomchild, turns with a quiet exhalation ('hello - i've missed you, thank you for not giving up on me, i love you, it's good to be back'). Emotions of all kinds race over her pretty face, skim through her haunted eyes, and one, finally, takes hold and reigns with an almost violent intensity - relief. If nothing else, this hasn't changed; Lycoris has a child, and somehow Nieve can't quite wrap her head around that, but imagines it must be how everyone viewed her mother's pregnancy - but she hadn't changed.
- "I am," she says quietly, a faint smile curling the edges of her lips.
- Physically, she hasn't changed much; she is days away from turning three, and she's a little taller than she had been, just topping fifteen hands. Perhaps she's filled out a little, but she's still long-legged and innately graceful, with a wildly curling mane and tail, feathers galore, and a bird's nest of woodland treasures bound in her mane - and, very close to her face, there's a little bit of sea kelp and a small, spiral shell from the Soliran shores.
- Say that ten times fast.
- Emotionally, mentally, she's also much the same as she was before, but where there was a spark of hope in her that she could change (brought on vastly by Lycoris's presence alone), it is gone. There is no light in her eyes, no laughter, but there is warmth, an affection for the little speckled mare she doubted would ever go away, no matter how much distance got between them. "Hello little one," she answers to the child, a little uncertainly, but she cannot help but smile. Angels help them all, thinks Nieve ironically - there's two of them now. She doesn't flinch away from the physical contact, and instead simply closes her eyes, leaning into Lycoris's cheek, her lips curving in a slight smile - it's fragile, trembles a little, but it's there.
- "I missed you, too," she whispers, and simply gives into the need for comfort.
(and don't deny your life's a living hell,
you're a shadow of your own self.) | |
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