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Ruieze Fields
Open fields and soft grass...
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"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
She was returning from her meeting with Zelda, confident in the information that she had given, and equally happy that it would help. In her time in Iromar she had grown to dislike Aranck thoroughly, not only for his proclivity towards senseless murder but also for his very unsettling and irritating demeanor. It was easy for her to slip into the role of helpless and hungry child, and still retain the maturity that seemed to come to her so easily in private. Ceres certainly did not want to be demure little Demeter forever, and she had to admit that it was a bit difficult not to let her pride get in the way when she was seen as less than she was. It was frustrating to be seen as a child when she was already doing such important things. Her ears perked at the bark, almost ethereal in its nature, and she recognized the tones immediately. She turned and was greeted with the sight of her sister, a girl who seemed to be so incredibly wise beyond her years that it impressed even Ceres. The girl had working knowledge, knowledge that could be applied in situations where it was needed, and her maturity stemmed from that- but Elowen seemed to be almost eternal in her understanding, as if her soul was born long ago and had simply taken the body of a young girl. It was strange, perhaps, to some- even their parents and older sisters- but Ceres supposed as littermates there was a certain element of understanding between them both. Her stride lengthened into a swift trot and she let out a bark of her own, white teeth glimmering as her face split into a grin. CERES one / roman x morrigan / taviora |