Her paw pads left light markings upon the clouds as she paced slowly back and forth. She wasn't quite sure what she was up to, but pacing always seemed to help her get her head back on straight. Mumbling under her breath, one can faintly hear the words ...
'...seven ... eight ... nine ...'
Counting her strides had become a new habit in the oh so long regimen she had created. But never the less, she had begun doing so, and had realized it helped to ground her. Of course not physically so much as metaphorically. There were so many things running through her mind, and so little solutions to each troubling thought.
This wasn't how her life was meant to play out. She was a Magus! Chosen by The Grand Weaver himself to play out his words, through her own life. She'd accepted her task with dignity and grace, but as her position's chore list became a reality, the anxiety began to choke her like a thick morning fog.
Never would she have expected that so many tasks were her's for the long haul. Sure, Riddle Mouth had of course taken on his fair share. But there still seemed to be so much to tend to! Her chest began to inflate and deflate more rapidly, and her counting became all the more frantic.
She had to speak with Riddle Mouth.
He was of a somewhat sound mind, and his words had always found ways to soothe her.
She of course, would just have to keep her more 'feminine' feelings intact. Riddle Mouth was her counterpart in all of this, she shouldn't allow her strange feelings to get in the way of their tribe's future.
'...seven ... eight ... nine ...'
Counting her strides had become a new habit in the oh so long regimen she had created. But never the less, she had begun doing so, and had realized it helped to ground her. Of course not physically so much as metaphorically. There were so many things running through her mind, and so little solutions to each troubling thought.
This wasn't how her life was meant to play out. She was a Magus! Chosen by The Grand Weaver himself to play out his words, through her own life. She'd accepted her task with dignity and grace, but as her position's chore list became a reality, the anxiety began to choke her like a thick morning fog.
Never would she have expected that so many tasks were her's for the long haul. Sure, Riddle Mouth had of course taken on his fair share. But there still seemed to be so much to tend to! Her chest began to inflate and deflate more rapidly, and her counting became all the more frantic.
She had to speak with Riddle Mouth.
He was of a somewhat sound mind, and his words had always found ways to soothe her.
She of course, would just have to keep her more 'feminine' feelings intact. Riddle Mouth was her counterpart in all of this, she shouldn't allow her strange feelings to get in the way of their tribe's future.
Thalion
AS PROMISED <3
