October 12th; Morning, nearly sunrise; Patchy rain; 42° F/6° C
Taima was going to do something stupid; she knew it, but she had taken to heart all the consequences and every possible fallout and had made up her mind. The feeling shocked her joints, made her feel lightheaded, made every vein in her body tingle as though she were standing on very sharp pins that dug into each of the worn pads on her feet. The rainclouds swirled above her, and yet no silver lining of any kind could be found. She trembled as she wandered where she knew a favorite haunt to be nearby. The place where her brothers had been laid to rest, the sanctuary just beyond Grizzly Hollow where her father had once gone to seek a place of solitude and reflection - where the small pools near the shallows took their visitors by surprise when the current ran too swift. Taima would know; it had happened to her eldest brother, Prosper, and if he had not been so enticed by the rapids of Jasper Rocks and the Swift River, he might have been around for her to seek support from.
As she let her paws touch the water's edge, she thought back to the fleeting events of that morning, how she had stopped by the den just to get a good look at it and say a silent 'thank you' to what remained of her family and how she had softly kissed the crown of Octavius' head as he slept. In Elettra and Angier's care, the boy - her only son - would be fine, or so she hoped and believed. He, at least, had family to care for him; very much unlike her when she had to endure her yearling months with a mentor and a couple of intimidating Leaders to look up to and strictly guide her into who she was today... which, in her mind, had not amounted to very much. The least she wanted was for Octavius to remember her as a terrible mother, even if she had loved him more than she could have ever thought was possible. It was just too hard for her to enjoy him when his smiles, especially when they touched his eyes, reminded her so much of Datura, his absent father.
This depression, this feeling of being worthless, had plagued her since she had met Elettra on the borders. Even when her uncle had given her his blessing and assurance, it had not been enough to keep the numbness away. Perhaps if Borden or Jaysyek had been the ones to tell her those very words, she might have felt something... found something worth memorizing to keep the waking nightmares and upsetting memories away. To know for sure that she was worth so much more than she believed and deserved everything good that life within Relic Lore and the rest of the world had to offer.
She closed her eyes as she tried to remember her mother's face when she smiled, her father's rumbling voice whenever Taima had been scared of the summer thunderstorms in the middle of the night, the way her brothers always told her that she was not allowed to play with them but she always got her way, how her sisters Trisden and Calla had given her something to strive for - audacity and confidence and a sense of pride. Her head tilted upward, welcoming the coolness of the rain to seep into the fur on her face.
Then, with the grace of swan, she slowly lifted her right arm and moved forward to submerge her forepaw in the chilled water. Not too long after, she placed the other beside it; then, the next thing she knew, she was in the water up to her shoulders to the point where she was actually still trying to keep her head above the surface. Her breaths came in ragged pants as she paddled to tread in place.
This was it. It was now or never.
The magician's daughter took one last breath, then stopped moving all together, looking up to the gray sky one more time before slowly sinking to the bottom of the river.
...Abracadabra.