The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
After getting her butt absolutely walloped, Thal wasn't able to fly very far. Her lyvern form carried her tiredly through the sky, sinking in altitude as her eyes flicked between darkness and red-hued pain, until she suddenly found herself face first in a pit of tar. The lapse in focus had forced her back into her Ancient form, curling to protect her vital organs as she rolled through the thick liquid, coating her aching body. The heat that often devoured unfortunate victims attempted to warm the cold gripping her heart.
She didn't know how long she laid there, barely moving other than to free her airway from the suffocating black substance. Thoughts swirled through the pain. Thoughts of embarrassment. Thoughts of shame. Thoughts of helplessness. She'd done literally nothing. Who knew if the others would be able to succeed with her departure, but she hadn't had time to think. She was nearly on the brink of death. She could feel it lingering at the edge of her vision, a familiar presence that she momentarily considered embracing. It was a similar progression of her time in the dark waters with Tal and Maea, but Maea was gone, and it made it more difficult for her to inch her way towards the desire to live.
Thal felt broken, physically and mentally.
A small, choked sob released from her throat. It was an unfamiliar sensation to her. For too long she'd had to be 'strong' and 'confident' to protect herself, to make a name for herself, to belong. Yet, there was no one here to lie to, and she was too tired of pretending. She'd lost a friend, and she'd gotten beaten so badly that there was no denying her insignificance. It hurt. The ache of grief for a friendship, and the realization of her failures. Between the hiccupped sniffles that echoed up from her pit, Thal didn't hear the distant call of Hadama, too lost in her own suffering.
She didn't know how long she laid there, barely moving other than to free her airway from the suffocating black substance. Thoughts swirled through the pain. Thoughts of embarrassment. Thoughts of shame. Thoughts of helplessness. She'd done literally nothing. Who knew if the others would be able to succeed with her departure, but she hadn't had time to think. She was nearly on the brink of death. She could feel it lingering at the edge of her vision, a familiar presence that she momentarily considered embracing. It was a similar progression of her time in the dark waters with Tal and Maea, but Maea was gone, and it made it more difficult for her to inch her way towards the desire to live.
Thal felt broken, physically and mentally.
A small, choked sob released from her throat. It was an unfamiliar sensation to her. For too long she'd had to be 'strong' and 'confident' to protect herself, to make a name for herself, to belong. Yet, there was no one here to lie to, and she was too tired of pretending. She'd lost a friend, and she'd gotten beaten so badly that there was no denying her insignificance. It hurt. The ache of grief for a friendship, and the realization of her failures. Between the hiccupped sniffles that echoed up from her pit, Thal didn't hear the distant call of Hadama, too lost in her own suffering.
The song that promised all might be well,
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
Thalassa
