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Aleta






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A shell of who she was. Her voice has grown quieter, her presence much smaller. Finds it difficult to step foot into the forest, and fears any moment she finds herself alone. Her parasitic flowers have dulled their bloom and appearance, and she has not had the heart to replace any that have wilted off, leaving scars and small open wounds in their place at her shoulders. Has, against all better judgement and sense, found a solace in Alaric that terrifies her. With a promise to heal her grieving in any way, has held to companionship with him weekly in a bid to feel something again, even if those feelings are of fear and regret of what he exposes her to in his world. Despite that, finds herself the most safe in his world, his home, despite the screams and cries of those burning outside his temple. Perhaps, if she were to befriend the beast, he would keep her fears at bay.

In Lias, finds herself full of regret as the Elders and her comrades desperately try to help her with her grieving and pain. Half are vigilant about keeping infants and toddlers away from her vicinity, and others think allowing their young close will fill a void. Hasn't had the heart to tell both sides how very wrong they are, and so swallows her worries and puts on a mask for both. Not for her, but to make them feel better about her predicament that they never asked to be involved with. Appreciative, but is not in the right mind space to offer it verbally yet.

March 29th

Against her better judgement, sought Alaric with the help of something he had given her a long time ago. Did not have the heart to throw it out as she thought of immediately upon receiving it, found it far too beautiful, and quite frankly was desperate to hold onto something to make the man more human and less... nothing. Brought to his presence surrounded by warmth of a kind not comforting. The smell of ash and that of burning flesh stung her nose and caused a near recoil in her entire demenaor. Barely stomached the smile he held firm and the way his eyes did not hide their fall to her midsection that was now much smaller. A sting to her chest upon his words of assumption she had given birth, and that he found it rather disrespectful she did not bring the "spawn" to visit with his father (despite him not being so). Told him of the infants fate, and fell to her knees with sobbing begs of his assistance to bring them back.

For a second time that day, went against her better judgement and agreed to his terms.


"The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night."
Haruki Murakami








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:wave: Sage is thankful for

:wave: Sage is thankful for her company, even if she wasn't the most exciting deer to sit by lol

oh no, Allie definitely

oh no, Allie definitely enjoyed Sage's company ♥

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