punkinguts:“The moment I took a step from the forest, grief struck me like a dagger to the heart.But
punkinguts:“The moment I took a step from the forest, grief struck me like a dagger to the heart.But I could not tell if it was for something that had already occurred, or a dire warning of things soon to come.I hurried to the castle, praying for the latter, and when I arrived, nobody said a word. Business as Usual. I was called to my duty at the nesting grounds.And only after the ceremony’s completion was I told.My first impulse was to crush each of my new eggs one by one - to punish my keeper for her secrecy - but that would accomplish nothing. And they are not to blame.She assured me that she was not aware of it at the time, and that it was the result of a new mercenary simply following orders, but that is of no comfort to me.But, in the end… I am most at fault.I should have seen this coming - I should not have been hiding away from my “gift” in the Strand. Thanks to my cowardice, I have lost my soulmate.I despise myself for it.And yet, all I wish to do is return to it now; to cloud my thoughts, visions, and most importantly memories in its masque of false stars.It is the only thing I have to go back to now.”I’ve been breeding Pep in the hopes of getting her an imperial child.These kids might inherit her Petals/Butterfly/Stained, or Dawn’s Cry/Face/Circ.If anyone is interested in lore fae kids like that do let me know. I almost want to boon the nest just to let the poor bastard head back to the Starwood Strand. -- source link
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