There’s a grief that can’t be spoken. There’s a pain that goes on and on.
Every time she stepped across heavily scented borders, it got just a little bit easier. But every day she returned home without any trace of her mother, the weight on her heart grew a little bit heavier. There was no end to grief, to sadness, there was no end to the questions plaguing her mind. Was this how @Wren felt? she wondered to herself, sniffling softly as she puttered around a large stone and continued down the slope. Was this how he felt when he found his mother in eternal sleep? Was this how he felt when his father up and left?
Would it hurt less, if Aponi was dead and not simply gone to the wind?
Such morbid thoughts danced around her delicate skull and she lost count of the hours as she descended from the heights. Idly, she wondered if she would see @Niles again – she wouldn’t mind seeing the coal-dusted male, but she would prefer it could be done without one those terrible birds. Her mind elsewhere, the blond puppy did not pay careful attention to where her feet fell, and only lengths away from flat ground the girl tripped. Down she went! Kyna fell rump over crown, rolling with a yelp down the rest of the incline and several feet across the flat. She twisted upright, mind still spinning from the melee, and placed a paw directly into a bird’s nest. Clearly, these eggs had been long abandoned, the killdeer either killed or abandoned its nest. The ground nest had become hidden once the fireweed grew in during the summer, and now that the seasons had passed and the foliage was beginning to die away, the eggs had become visual again. Visual, though not obvious, speckled and mottled like the gravel littering the foot where hill met flat. Perhaps if she’d seen, the princess of Silent Moon Plateau would have been able to avoid shoving a large foot in the nest.
As it were, she was met with a crunch and a loud, squishy splat. Immediately afterwards, Kyna’s nose was assaulted with a wretched, horrible smell, worse than mud, worse than death, worse than everything the child had ever smelt in her entire life. “Ewwwww!” the blond cried, her orange eyes widening as she backpedaled, the rotten yolk squishing between the individual pads of paws. “Ew, ew, ew!”
Swinging her crown about widely, she searched for any source of water to rinse the horrid stench off. Finding nothing, the girl reached down gingerly and flicked out her delicate pink tongue – isn’t that how she always cleansed herself? She had no choice! But Kyna was met with a putrid taste and screeched again, gagging as she licked the top of her mouth. She would do anything to get the awful taste out! Why, she’d even consider taking a mouthful of dirt, if it would get the rot and egg from her tongue and palate. Nostrils flared as she whined again, flopping around uselessly. “Ewwwwww!”