Finally, one of those stray lines cast into the void had caught something! She lit up at the recognition of the word. Druids. It did not matter that they didn't seem to exist here - the bard had confirmed a memory, his explanation of what the word meant to him like someone responding to her brain's call for "lines!" off stage.
Green - she had never seen so much green.
She walks beside a tall man bristling with scars and intimidation factor - he is nearly three feet taller than her and built more like a beast. His nails grow long and sharp, his teeth jagged and sometimes jutting from his mouth in an uncivil way, as though they don't quite fit. He doesn't look anything like her common company, and there's something comforting in that. He is a guardian of balance and of life to an extent, he is something unlike even the brightest sun, but best yet he respects her, though not her choices.
'You could always ch-hrrrrrr-ange-' he growls, and she growls back - she does not know what it is he wants her to do differently, only that it is impossible. She would have to die to be anything other that what she always had been.
She prays with him at the feet of a great statue, its claws gripped with ivy and tiny white flowers. This is not her goddess, this is not her holy place, but it's the only one that welcomes her. She sleeps curled around her bag in the leaves and grasses and, though this place is more a comfort to her than anything she finds a deep longing for the familiar takes root. Homesick for perhaps the first time in her life she wishes her towering guide might understand.
The memories blurred and bled together so she could hardly make out the details, though she hadn't the energy to try and hold on to them. They didn't seem overly important anyway, though she could still make use of them. Optimism didn't exactly seem like a strong suit of hers so she relied instead on what she could glean of pleasantness. She feared if she stopped to figure it out now she might never get up again. So she tried to focus on the warmth and comfort of the color green when things began to feel overwhelming.
"I imagine so - it doesn't feel all too great either. I'll assume it doesn't look as though my skull is caved in - I'll take it." Sucking at her teeth she tracked Isuna's approach, opening her left palm with a gentle clicking of her tongue. "At least I still have my hair." Her hand moved to her leg, attempting to gain the baby's attention. Evidently in her present state offering a hand to a strange creature made of what seemed like all the business ends of all the predators one wouldn't really want to offering their hand to seemed reasonable and well-thought out. Absolutely nothing could go wrong!
The bard's attachment to the gryphlet was not lost on her, though she mustered only a smile because who could resist that face, really? Shifting she seemed anxious to find her feet, attempting to figure out how she might be standing up when they were ready to go. "Like gods to toy with mortals -" She clicked her tongue and the chirrup of worry. "Oh, don't worry, it'll clean up nice, little one. Gotta give dad some credit here." Giggling her head lolled back against the stone. "I might make it back in one piece if your knots hold. I could use a hand up when you're ready."
Green - she had never seen so much green.
She walks beside a tall man bristling with scars and intimidation factor - he is nearly three feet taller than her and built more like a beast. His nails grow long and sharp, his teeth jagged and sometimes jutting from his mouth in an uncivil way, as though they don't quite fit. He doesn't look anything like her common company, and there's something comforting in that. He is a guardian of balance and of life to an extent, he is something unlike even the brightest sun, but best yet he respects her, though not her choices.
'You could always ch-hrrrrrr-ange-' he growls, and she growls back - she does not know what it is he wants her to do differently, only that it is impossible. She would have to die to be anything other that what she always had been.
She prays with him at the feet of a great statue, its claws gripped with ivy and tiny white flowers. This is not her goddess, this is not her holy place, but it's the only one that welcomes her. She sleeps curled around her bag in the leaves and grasses and, though this place is more a comfort to her than anything she finds a deep longing for the familiar takes root. Homesick for perhaps the first time in her life she wishes her towering guide might understand.
The memories blurred and bled together so she could hardly make out the details, though she hadn't the energy to try and hold on to them. They didn't seem overly important anyway, though she could still make use of them. Optimism didn't exactly seem like a strong suit of hers so she relied instead on what she could glean of pleasantness. She feared if she stopped to figure it out now she might never get up again. So she tried to focus on the warmth and comfort of the color green when things began to feel overwhelming.
"I imagine so - it doesn't feel all too great either. I'll assume it doesn't look as though my skull is caved in - I'll take it." Sucking at her teeth she tracked Isuna's approach, opening her left palm with a gentle clicking of her tongue. "At least I still have my hair." Her hand moved to her leg, attempting to gain the baby's attention. Evidently in her present state offering a hand to a strange creature made of what seemed like all the business ends of all the predators one wouldn't really want to offering their hand to seemed reasonable and well-thought out. Absolutely nothing could go wrong!
The bard's attachment to the gryphlet was not lost on her, though she mustered only a smile because who could resist that face, really? Shifting she seemed anxious to find her feet, attempting to figure out how she might be standing up when they were ready to go. "Like gods to toy with mortals -" She clicked her tongue and the chirrup of worry. "Oh, don't worry, it'll clean up nice, little one. Gotta give dad some credit here." Giggling her head lolled back against the stone. "I might make it back in one piece if your knots hold. I could use a hand up when you're ready."
