Afternoon of the 23rd of Spring 518
The flowers were beautiful here. Blossoms of pink, white, yellow, and every other color one could think of bloomed despite the lack of rain.The life that was here just added to its beauty. The Akalaks of varying colors that had come to spend their day here with their children, loves, or just by themselves. Some meditated beneath trees, others had picnics in the grass, and others napped in the shade. There was laughter, a shared pleasantness of life. Taurina thought it a scene out of an art exhibit. No way with all that was going on that all she saw were truly as at peace with life as they looked. No way they were all as happy as they appeared.
One kept hearing about how this spring was different. How things were not as they should have been, but the outsider could not tell from the scene she was gazing upon. Perhaps that was just a further testament to how she did not belong. How she had only started calling this land home within the past handful of days. She had not yet gotten to learn all there was to learn about them. Perhaps she had missed something. Perhaps what she saw was only a diluted version of what it used to be.
Taurina was sitting beneath one of the larger trees in the Knirin Gardens. The grass was soft against her skin, the shade saving her from the burn of Syna’s light. It truly was beautiful here, like its own little paradise nestled in the center of Riverfall. Much about this city was paradise, however. It was so beautiful. One could get used to living here. One could quickly become comfortable and never wish to leave. Not that life was complete bliss here or completely easy. Especially not now with the Shadows that had stolen from them their safety and begun haunting their nightmares. Still, even with the Shadows, there was no place like Riverfall.
The Ethaefal’s hands were black from the charcoal she had been smearing across the page for the past bell and a half. It had started as a drawing of a young child Akalak who had been quietly carving away at a stick in the grass next to his sleeping father. Taurina had watched the boy for a long while, needing to know what it was exactly that he wished to make out of that stick of his. Hands had worked over parchment as she watched. Shapes were drawn that soon became outlines and outlines were added to shortly after to add feature and detail. Taurina always left her shading for last. What really made a piece pop for her was the shading, those final touches, and details. All the stuff that made something flat and motionless come to life on the page.
Somewhere along the line, the boy had stopped looking like himself as he was there sitting on the grass. Taurina did not notice it at first. She had just kept at it, drawing from memory more than what was in front of her eyes. It was only when she looked, like really looked, at the work that she had done that she noticed. She noticed the way she had made his brow curve in a way that was lopsided and given him a smile that only lifted the right side of his face. In fact, the whole left side of his face was frozen. Just like the Ankal’s own had always been.
Taurina tried to smudge away at some of the lines she had made. She tried to add shading and change shapes, but it was no use. All she saw was the one she wanted to see. All she saw was the one her heart grieved for. Her journal was closed in frustration and thrown on the grass beside her. The Eth drew her knees up and curled into a ball, pressing her charcoal stained hands into her face. She probably would have cried if her body had not grown so weary of it. She might have scram instead, if it would not have destroyed the tranquility of the garden around her and caused all near her to turn and stare.
The things she had done since arriving in Riverfall attacked her mind like a hundred angry hornets and she curled further in on herself. There was a whimper, something low and pitiful that echoed in her throat. It was not the first time she had felt so very alone, but now she had things to miss. Now she knew what it was to love and be loved and loose that love. Now she knew what it was to be apart of a family and to support them and be supported. She had run away from that too. She had given up Melody, moved Starfire to a stable where she was not close to him everyday, and had moved into an apartment too big for her with a bed far too comfortable. She hated it. She hated all of it. She missed them. She missed her strider, her family, her home, Azmere… How her heart ached for them… How disappointed she knew they all would be of her if they ever found out.
Taurina pressed her fingers hard into her arms, digging into the cotton fabric of the new shirt she had gotten for herself. She even missed her clothes. As old as they were, they were apart of her. They came from home. She had sweat and worn them to shreds out on the sea of grass, toiling day in and day out under Syna’s unforgiving gaze. The clothing here was fine, but it was not the same. The cotton pants she wore felt too new and comfortable, her shirt the same. She had not been able to bring herself to wear the skirts and dresses like many of the ladies wore as everyday wear. Too much too fast. Taurina buried her face in her crossed arms over her knees. Becoming a ball of clothe and flesh on the ground was not exactly a good way to make friends, but then again, Taurina was not sure that she wanted new friends. She wanted her old ones back. She wanted what she could not have.
‘I need you.’ Her whole body seemed to shake with the unspoken words. ‘Please, I need to not be alone anymore.’
Taurina did not know who she was asking to come. She did not know if it was a wish or a prayer or just her deepest needs making themselves known to her. Whatever it was, it was not as though she expected anyone to actually come to her. It was not as though she believed anyone could hear her. She had let herself forget about the bond that had formed during the heat of the summer. The memory had been lost when her grief took over.
‘I need you.’ Those words, the feeling behind them rather, was sent like an arrow through the Kelvic bond that had formed all those seasons ago. The weight of Taurina’s need was heavy, demanding. It was not something that could be ignored. It was not something that could be brushed off and thought to be anything other than what it was. It demanded that the time had come for the bondmates to be reunited after too long apart.
Common | Pavi | 'Thoughts'
Ledger-1 GM 5 SM for Dyed Cotton Pants (pale teal)
-2 SM (rounded from 1.875) for Dyed Cotton Shirt (light brown)