don't worry mother,
your daughter is a soldier
She plummets, falling to the ice and snow like a meteor, like a falling star, leaving trails of black blood seeping through the thorn pricks. And when she hits the snow piles beneath, there’s a small dull sound of a crack, a muffled landing amid the feathers and snow. But she lands, wings splayed, snow and ice kicked up to cover her form while her wings tremble uncontrollably. She’s there, back, but she doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know what she can say as the realization of her words come over her like a crashing wave.
How she didn’t mean any of it.
How sorry she was for uttering it.
She hopes the blight disappears soon, hopes it gets cured, because she doesn’t know how much more she can take of hurting the ones she loves and cares for. Doesn’t know how many times she can say sorry before it stops having meaning. Doesn’t know what she can do to change it, to make it better.
And she digs herself in deeper into the frigid snow, burying her face into it with her beak while he lands and strays near her. And his voice that reaches her causes her to turn her head away from him, still in the snow. Ashamed, broken, terrified, pain. His words are weighted with much of the same, and she can’t bear it. But she can’t say she’s sorry yet, can’t say it because she knows it’s all she could say. So instead, she grits her beak in the snow and closes her scarlet eyes tight. I didn’t mean any of it. Exhausted, weary words that leave her to him, filled with sorrow and agony where it had just been ice and venom. You should leave before I hurt you more.
It almost comes out in a sob, ashamed. She doesn’t want to do this, doesn’t want any part of it. And yet? She has done it. She can’t take it back, but she can try to prevent the worst of it.
How she didn’t mean any of it.
How sorry she was for uttering it.
She hopes the blight disappears soon, hopes it gets cured, because she doesn’t know how much more she can take of hurting the ones she loves and cares for. Doesn’t know how many times she can say sorry before it stops having meaning. Doesn’t know what she can do to change it, to make it better.
And she digs herself in deeper into the frigid snow, burying her face into it with her beak while he lands and strays near her. And his voice that reaches her causes her to turn her head away from him, still in the snow. Ashamed, broken, terrified, pain. His words are weighted with much of the same, and she can’t bear it. But she can’t say she’s sorry yet, can’t say it because she knows it’s all she could say. So instead, she grits her beak in the snow and closes her scarlet eyes tight. I didn’t mean any of it. Exhausted, weary words that leave her to him, filled with sorrow and agony where it had just been ice and venom. You should leave before I hurt you more.
It almost comes out in a sob, ashamed. She doesn’t want to do this, doesn’t want any part of it. And yet? She has done it. She can’t take it back, but she can try to prevent the worst of it.
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
