[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by nieve on March 29, 2009, 11:16 am, in reply to "for my daughter, side kick, orange girl - NEEVEE!"
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Conciousness begins to trickle back as my flames die out, my body healed as much as my powers (weakened as they were) could manage.
The first thing I am aware of is that I am not where the blackness took me in Desreal - I am home, in Andarin. The second is the steady, impatient prodding of my elements, Fire and Earth nudging at my bleary mind nervously. Wake up, they say. Wake up. It's not safe here anymore. The third I notice is my lack of Wind, and that snaps me to full wakefulness.
I roll over off of my side, curling my forelegs under me and rising to my feet, flinching as shockwaves of pain shoot down my foreleg. (He shattered it, you know, she thinks later, in something like shock.) I shift my weight, and as the great three-legged wonder limp-hop through Andarin. I refuse to stop until I find my family, because it is there that I can collapse; and so, even when the handful of cuts Heila-ssa didn't heal reopen, when my head begins to throb and pulse, until my vision fades in and out as my leg slips occasionally and touches the ground, I continue.
Eventually, I am in the heart of Andarin, but I cannot use my Wind to find my Air-Family; I seek them with my Earth, instead, reaching for the insanity that had crept into my mother's bloodstream with her second element, and am rewarded with a dull, echoing pulse, followed by Lycoris's voice calling my nickname. I follow her voice, yelping when I step out on my injured foreleg, and shift my weight around to limp my way to her as fast as is physically possible. I'm not sure how I finally reach her and Hesper, but I do, finally, hopping listlessly from the forest until I'm close enough to bump my nose against her shoulder, and then I can only lean against her side.
I'm filthy, covered in dirt and blood and sweat and tears, bleeding from a dozen various cuts that Heila-ssa didn't get to when it focused on saving my leg; leaning there, I close my eyes, and my Earth reaches up to wrap around the foreleg that isn't still half-broken.
“Mama,” I murmur, my head resting along Lycoris's neck, my eyes opening to peer at Hesper; “he destroyed the Seed,” I tell them, my voice pitifully frail in its outrage. “I couldn't stop him, he just shattered it.”
Tears I hadn't yet allowed myself to cry pool and spill from eyes that close again, and I tremble against Lycoris's side as I continue, voice flat, eyes closed; “I thought I was going to die.”
and barely conscious, you'll say to no one,
"isn't something missing?"
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