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Posted on January 26, 2013 at 11:02:14 PM by salem
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This is what home looks like, now isn’t it? It’s beautiful. It’s more than beautiful in Salem’s eyes. She’s quite alright with the very look of this place. It’s more than she can handle… this sort of feeling she’s got. It wells up in her belly, and it brings a fleetness to her feet. The pale creature nearly dances, skittering on gentle feet. She’s got an odd grace, a strange cunning. Cunning… yes, that’s what she’s got inside her belly. Salem is strong and brilliant and she can’t help but hold it through her skull. Happiness—that makes sense. For once things make sense in Salem’s world. Because this is a home. Glorall is what it’s called, and it sounds right. Mirovis had sounded right because it was what had been picked for her. She’d been asked here, asked by Weylin himself. For once, she’s not just Salem. Salem of Glorall… but what’s the title? It doesn’t matter. She has the home she’s longed for. She has what she needed out of life, and the reason she came here. The reason she made her way to this place to start with was the fact that she needed a real home… that she needed a real family as well. She had them. They were everywhere. She had Pan and Seven, she had Jaye… Jaye. Jaye was the only one she’d ever really looked up to as a mother figure. That was enough to make the young woman more than happy. All of it was too much, too much not to find joy in. The creature was fascinated by the idea. Pan and Seven are there, her brothers. Even the alpha here, Weylin… she was oddly fond of him too. Salem hadn’t met anyone quite yet that she wasn’t terribly fond of. Not yet, at least. Everything was golden and beautiful in her world. It was like it was supposed to be… falling into place. It was beautiful, especially this morning. Everything was just starting to emerge and start again… yes. Two years later everything could start again and build back from the ashes. This place… it was one big phoenix. This morning was the rise from the ashes, and the creature can’t help but hold to it. Salem sits at the bank of the river, watching it flow to the sea as the sky bleeds red. She can’t help but let her mind drift back to the mornings like this when she was first here. Before everything had changed. It wouldn’t do to dwell, she decides. It won’t do at all. So she doesn’t. Salem simply watches the waters pass by her feet where they hang just a breath from the surface. Everything is reflected. In watching the water the ghost can see everything she needs to. She refuses, for now, to look in her own eyes. Instead she scans for fish, willing the morning to pass more quickly. The young lady needs someone to wake up, someone to keep her company as she gazes out into the great blue deep. Yes, company would do her well this morning. It’s spring, the days growing longer and the nights growing shorter. She can really be alive now, and that much helps. Yes, Salem has come back to life. hound’s inside the birdhouse in your soul |
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- Love will still remain - By Jaye January 27, 2013 at 05:29:18 PM
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