Katie
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She hadn't meant to fall asleep.
As she wakes in a familiar-yet-unfamiliar bed, in her little cottage in a tree, the sounds of the Fae Forest surrounding her, usually so comforting, her heart sinks.
Aisling had tried so hard to stave off her exhaustion, the promise of the Iron Lady echoing in her mind- when you sleep, you will dream of your home, and wake up where you belong. She hadn't wanted to leave. It was strange, at the beginning of her adventure she had recalled wanting so desperately to find a way home, but now, with memories of this place that was supposedly her "home" fuzzy, overwritten with crisp-clear memories of a thousand years of lives well-lived (hers? Another's? Many? She can't tell the difference anymore), and sharp memories of the past few days, all the things she has done, learned, and felt, she only wanted to go back.
Back to her friends. Her distant lands. Back to...
The Sylvanborn shudders with a sudden wave of despair, her loss hitting her like a tidal wave. She vaults out of bed, dives to the bags that have reappeared with her, and begins to search with wild desperation. The paper. It has to be here. A choked noise emerges from her throat as she finds the object of her frantic search, she stuffs her fist in her mouth so as not to scream her grief as she gazes upon the simple brushstrokes. It hurts, it hurts!
Aisling realizes at once what that place had done to her. She forgot to be afraid, and so she made a mistake she promised herself she'd never make. Clutching the piece of paper carefully to her chest, the white-haired woman bows her head, shoulders shaking with sobs as tears stream down her cheeks.
She can't stay here. She knows, somehow, distantly, that she's supposed to protect this place, but she can't, for the life of her, remember why. She needs to go- "home". To her family. Start at the beginning, and start piecing her memories together from the start. She'll set out for Turom Falls, and then her Glade, in the morning.
For now, though, she permits herself to grieve.
As she wakes in a familiar-yet-unfamiliar bed, in her little cottage in a tree, the sounds of the Fae Forest surrounding her, usually so comforting, her heart sinks.
Aisling had tried so hard to stave off her exhaustion, the promise of the Iron Lady echoing in her mind- when you sleep, you will dream of your home, and wake up where you belong. She hadn't wanted to leave. It was strange, at the beginning of her adventure she had recalled wanting so desperately to find a way home, but now, with memories of this place that was supposedly her "home" fuzzy, overwritten with crisp-clear memories of a thousand years of lives well-lived (hers? Another's? Many? She can't tell the difference anymore), and sharp memories of the past few days, all the things she has done, learned, and felt, she only wanted to go back.
Back to her friends. Her distant lands. Back to...
The Sylvanborn shudders with a sudden wave of despair, her loss hitting her like a tidal wave. She vaults out of bed, dives to the bags that have reappeared with her, and begins to search with wild desperation. The paper. It has to be here. A choked noise emerges from her throat as she finds the object of her frantic search, she stuffs her fist in her mouth so as not to scream her grief as she gazes upon the simple brushstrokes. It hurts, it hurts!
Aisling realizes at once what that place had done to her. She forgot to be afraid, and so she made a mistake she promised herself she'd never make. Clutching the piece of paper carefully to her chest, the white-haired woman bows her head, shoulders shaking with sobs as tears stream down her cheeks.
She can't stay here. She knows, somehow, distantly, that she's supposed to protect this place, but she can't, for the life of her, remember why. She needs to go- "home". To her family. Start at the beginning, and start piecing her memories together from the start. She'll set out for Turom Falls, and then her Glade, in the morning.
For now, though, she permits herself to grieve.
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