I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The world could be murky, even out in the stretch of ivory – with snow and bells pervading the essence. It had been already in so many other instances, where decisions were made and pressed into the void, where paths were drawn and taken, rather than circled around. Hotaru had taken another approach, a distant one he hadn’t seen coming when they’d begun orchestrating, but didn’t begrudge her for it. It had been the timing, then the dramatics, then everything else colliding together to intertwine into a knotted, gnarled mess. Yet, he couldn’t remember ever leaving her behind – a hand always outstretched.
You have time he declared, head finally inclining upwards, to stare up at the horizon, the insect drifting amongst fur still; a few more jingles adding to the nuances. Twins visiting shrines, newborns and infants no longer, and then decisions. He wouldn’t dig into where she thought she needed to settle – waiting, biding, remaining, either statuesque or poised in the realm of options; towards Halo, towards digging in, towards reaching, reaching, reaching for those mountains again.
There would’ve been a brief smile on his face, had he not been in hound form, given the notions of Sah and what the youth deserved. I agree; towards the favorable inclinations, towards the once-flying wolf, learning and navigating what it meant to be in Caido.
The other response pooled in the corners of his machinations, and he wasn’t certain in what predilection, what role, that would be. Not with so many things up in the air, chasing after bits and pieces of information, of Noah’s unknown status, of what Cordelia would want to do. I think we will try to meet up with Sah again, once portals opened up and set the former free. And then we can go from there, with what information we have. A pause, promises and convictions blending and bleeding amongst the channels. No more coups though. It needs to be up to the people.
You have time he declared, head finally inclining upwards, to stare up at the horizon, the insect drifting amongst fur still; a few more jingles adding to the nuances. Twins visiting shrines, newborns and infants no longer, and then decisions. He wouldn’t dig into where she thought she needed to settle – waiting, biding, remaining, either statuesque or poised in the realm of options; towards Halo, towards digging in, towards reaching, reaching, reaching for those mountains again.
There would’ve been a brief smile on his face, had he not been in hound form, given the notions of Sah and what the youth deserved. I agree; towards the favorable inclinations, towards the once-flying wolf, learning and navigating what it meant to be in Caido.
The other response pooled in the corners of his machinations, and he wasn’t certain in what predilection, what role, that would be. Not with so many things up in the air, chasing after bits and pieces of information, of Noah’s unknown status, of what Cordelia would want to do. I think we will try to meet up with Sah again, once portals opened up and set the former free. And then we can go from there, with what information we have. A pause, promises and convictions blending and bleeding amongst the channels. No more coups though. It needs to be up to the people.
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