RE: Kyrios Your Gift is: You found a bush of late-season berries! However, you ate so many you are starting to feel a bit sick.
- Midday, Partly cloudy - 26 ° F/-3 ° C
The frosty ground bit against his paw pads, cold air easily making it through his fur, though it had started to grow longer and more dense. The river banks were dusted with white, fingers of ice attempting to sneak their way out into the water, but being thwarted by the current; So far. Under different circumstances, the snow would have proved a great adventure, filling Kyrios' eyes with light and wonder, something new to investigate, so close to home. But the boy had no eye for wonder these days. He was numb. His family had been torn apart, split into pieces and scattered too far to be properly put back together. Sure he still had the River, all of Hearthwood was supposed to be his family, Inna, and Kisla and @Lachesis. But he was so angry with them still, in his mind they were to blame for all of it, since they were the only ones still around to blame. Since Karina and Bennet had left, Kyrios had given his father a wide birth as much as possible, not being openly angry to his face, but clearly more aloof and evasive than before. At least he still had @Atropos, someone to openly share his anger and hurt with. Though often, he went out on his own. This in itself was not new, but now his walks were much less spirited than before. He needed time alone with his thoughts, although thinking didn't do much to change his feelings. So his walks turned into running, faster and longer every day, as if somehow he could outrun all the emotion, all the pain that had left his chest hollow. It was never enough. But at least he got to see new things, soon traveling farther from the River than he ever had before. The world he saw was cold and brown, fitting really for his dark mood, the only life left was the river, ever rushing along by his side. Today he'd found something else though: his nose had let him away from the water, to a hidden spot of sun amongst the redwoods, where a single berry bush stood. It's branches were mostly naked of leaves, but clusters of dark fruit still clung to it, their sweet scent making his belly rumble. So, at least for a brief moment, he managed to forget his sorrows, temporarily filling the emptiness with the sweet treat. Word count: 402 ”Speech” Thoughts |