and i'm still waiting for a life that never was
Even a few days later, it was still hard to breathe.
She'd cried all the tears she had to cry and then some. There was nothing left inside her but misery, and pain, and guilt that she hadn't been able to save the creature who had been the other half of her soul.
Being around others - even Tal - was too hard. As much as Alys loved Boreal, the dragon was just a reminder of what Alys had lost in the tundra.
She’d spent the last few days in the home she shared with her partner, sitting in a chair by the fireplace, staring at the wall. Tal had built the fire up, but when he’d left on a delivery run, Alys had let it burn out. It was too much effort to even stoke the flames. Not when she was here, alive, and Sascha was dead, probably buried somewhere up north beneath the snow.
She couldn’t bear to think of it.
She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up outside, but she was sitting under a tree near the house when Melita arrived. It took her a few moments to recognize the woman - not because she didn’t know her, but because her mind was so far away that her identity didn’t register. And when it did, Alys felt sick. She hadn’t been prepared to face Melita - nor any of their group - for a long while.
She rose - rather ungracefully - from the ground beneath the tree and made her way towards the porch without even realizing she was moving. ”Melita?” she said as she stepped up on the wood. ”What… what is this?”
She'd cried all the tears she had to cry and then some. There was nothing left inside her but misery, and pain, and guilt that she hadn't been able to save the creature who had been the other half of her soul.
Being around others - even Tal - was too hard. As much as Alys loved Boreal, the dragon was just a reminder of what Alys had lost in the tundra.
She’d spent the last few days in the home she shared with her partner, sitting in a chair by the fireplace, staring at the wall. Tal had built the fire up, but when he’d left on a delivery run, Alys had let it burn out. It was too much effort to even stoke the flames. Not when she was here, alive, and Sascha was dead, probably buried somewhere up north beneath the snow.
She couldn’t bear to think of it.
She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up outside, but she was sitting under a tree near the house when Melita arrived. It took her a few moments to recognize the woman - not because she didn’t know her, but because her mind was so far away that her identity didn’t register. And when it did, Alys felt sick. She hadn’t been prepared to face Melita - nor any of their group - for a long while.
She rose - rather ungracefully - from the ground beneath the tree and made her way towards the porch without even realizing she was moving. ”Melita?” she said as she stepped up on the wood. ”What… what is this?”
Alys
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
