As I make my way from the fields, the sun was setting and it was now twilight. I had a feeling and needed to come to the field pack. I heard things and smelt things and wanted to see if they were true. My sleek black form dashes through the fields that are turning brown slowly with that of fall. Leaves are starting to litter the ground. My paws crunch on them as I move- as silence is not with me.
It is rarely silent with Obsidian, Ruby, and Lillith always with me. You, right now though, Aithne is with me, but not her voice. I found her, Aithne, and she is with me right now. Just as Roamin is with me. Silent. So different. Bones. Skull, to be exact, but she is with me. She doesn’t belong where she was. There was something wrong with her being there. So wrong. So she is with me, and I think this is right. I carry her in my mouth as I come to field that begins to smell strong of pack.
I stop at the border when the stench becomes strong and I begin to pace back and forth in one spot, flattening the grass with each stressed step. This is where she belongs but where? I hear that her children are here. I learned her child is a leader here. I place the skull at my paws and sit. I stare down at Aithne, my friend.
”Aithne, what should I do? Hm? Aster, I think, her name, but Glorall is not welcome. I know why, Aithne. Eden is dark. So dark. Glorall not welcome here because of him. I have to...I HAVE to be with Eden for Solaris...but I need you to come here, hm? What to do, Aithne?” I ask, staring at the skull as I tilt my head back and forth, not getting an answer in words but I just get a sense of...KNOWING what to do. I take in a breath and shake my head rapidly.
”Yes, yes, Glorall not welcome but I am not Glorall, no, not really, and you need to see your family, hm? Hm? You were not like my mother, no, you would have been better, like you were to me, mhm, mhm,” I say nodding rapidly still. I then lean down and grab Aithne, and begin marching into Asteraia in this darkness of stars. I do not go too far until I call out for the Queen- and the Queen only, though my call is muffled by the fullness of my mouth .
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