(ORP) The Return of Something Lost
Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2022 2:18 pm
(ooc: RP open for all to participate in, no matter if we've met or not in the past.)
Sometimes a long sleep can heal the heart and soul of a creature. Sometimes it can also send you down a long darkness that is sometimes hard to shake. In this world, a long sleep is sometimes desired or needed for one reason or another, but becomes so very hard to return from. Somehow, the being(s) that keep this worlds balance alive, understood that.
Her eyes finally fluttered open. She had been at rest for a lengthy time. Her body ached with the muscle loss during her extended period of calm. This time when her eyes opened, it was different. Sitting up, she looked around. She was not in her home. Their home. It was what looked to be a small cabin. There was a small table, one chair and a tiny fire that was lit in a hearth. It was cool, but not overly cold. There were no fine furnishings, only things of need.
Pushing herself up, she moved her feet to the side of the small bed. There was only enough room for herself, really, as it wasn't a spacious area as a whole. Her mind immediately thought of her husband and a sadness fell over her. She lifted a hand to her temple in an attempt to remember. She hadn't meant to fall into a deep sleep like this. Not to this extent, and it was a great extent.
They had had so many plans. Her hand flew to her stomach... A child? Where was the child? Did it live? Does it live? Was it lost? Her head ached and with that, her heart filled with a certain dread. She could feel a wound on her heart that would nor could never heal. She rubbed her abdomen. She definately was not pregnant. Was it a dream? The hole in her heart spoke to her gently, and she knew without a doubt that she had never been fully blessed, thus, a child had never fully developed, nor had it made its way into the world in the normal way. Yes, one had begun, but things she would never understand, stopped it.
Why,...oh why had this happened to her? She felt herself slipping into a certain unknown despair. It was a loss she would have to deal with before she could fully recover from her sleep, but before she could sink too far, her mind switched suddenly.
It wasn't by choice that her mind seemed to be shooting all kinds of thoughts about it. There was so much confusion and emotions she didn't know where to start.. OR, to begin. The fact that she was awake was maybe a miracle, but beyond that, it was an overload of so many confusing things. She had memories of her sister time and again, but everything was unclear and so foggy. She held her head in her hands to stop the room from spinning suddenly, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. When it stopped, she opened them once more. Taking a deep breath, her body ached to stand.
Over the edge of the bed, she swung her legs as she made to get up. She was wobbly, but stable enough. Her bare feet chilled by the floor boards. Something nagged at her. A lot of time had passed, she could feel it. Her slow steps brought her the door. Pulling gently it swung easily open. Immediately she raised a hand to shade her eyes from the bright sun, a crisp wind swept in and stole her breath away. Her brow furrowed with concern, not for herself but for those that cared about her. She wondered if they still cared... Or had moved on.
Her mind flew to her husband. Her heart still belonged to him. It always had, her promise to him still rang true and was as strong as the day it was bound to him. Moving out into the light, she didn't even take notice of what she had on, a shift of some sort. It didn't matter to her. Every step she forced in front of her was stronger than the last. She turned slightly as something caught her eye. She had been resting in a place that seemed sacred. A place she didn't even realize existed, but reason in her mind told her that it must, as this, what happened to her, must happen to others? Right? she questioned of herself.
The construction of what seemed to be for just her, didn't look new, but it didn't look old either. It was well constructed with meticulous care. And served a specific purpose. Her heart felt suddenly heavy, yet it leapt with the smallest, tiniest space of hope. Near the side of the small cabin, was a stone. At first she didn't understand, but took a step towards it. She read her name. And a tear escaped without warning. A Grave Stone. Someone had prepared one... was it just in case?? This rocked her to the core. She hugged herself and dropped to her knees, thankful. Someone had not given up on her. She sobbed for a few moments, as emotions flooded her. She needed to weep and feel alive after so long at rest. When the emotions subsided, her brain engaged once more. It didn't provide any better clarity than before.
She was thin and in need of food. Pushing herself from the ground, looked around. She slightly recognize the area, though it was long grown up from what she last remembered. Tuv.. she had to see him. Embarrassment and shame crept into her mind. How had be been? So much time.. She felt nervous suddenly. Would he still view her as his wife? Were they strangers now? What would happen when she saw him for the first time? She felt chilled, and wrapped her arms around herself for comfort.
Once more her emotions took over her and she felt ill to her stomach. She couldn't just seek him out, could she? No... no. Not yet. She couldn't know his feelings, and she would need to beg his forgiveness. She couldn't know anyone's feelings, to be fair. So many times she had tried to return to the world, but failed... the sleepiness wouldn't leave her enough for her to make a full recovery. It always overtook her once more, dragging her back into a deep darkness that once entered, felt like a soothing hug. It called you back... it beckoned to you like a lover... Keeping you safe and warm.
But it was a lie.
She understood this. No, she would not seek him out right away. She had to have time. She just hoped he would understand that she needed to make sure that darkness would not come to lure her back into it this time. She would use the small place as a base of sorts, until she was able to be sure. If someone came, she would deal with that then. She had no idea if anyone had even come to her side while she slept. She hoped that they did, but she could understand if as days blended into one-another, how it could become harder to do so.
As she walked, her mind wandered, but her stomach grumbled. She made her way silently to her Bakery. It was closed up tightly. Finding a spare key, she opened the back door and let herself in. Dust was everywhere. That wasn't unusual, as this was a bakery, but it wasn't flour dust. She frowned a little... She then made her way to a large cabinet. At the base and towards the back a small drawer could be found by feeling the difference in the wood. With instinct and a bit of muscle memory, she found it. The drawer, she wiggled and it moved freely finally, so that she may peer inside, before removing some coins and closing it once more.
Slipping out of the bakery, she was glad to see everything seemed fine and in good repair. She placed the key in its hiding spot and moved towards the market. It was later in the day, so there would not be a lot of people about. That was to her liking. She hated being so secretive, but she knew this was needed. Anyone she met, she didn't recognize. It also confirmed that a good deal of time had passed. Food secured, she moved to the town notice board, just to take a brief look. She saw her husbands name, to her surprise. She smiled inwardly. He was alive and Mayor currently. She felt warmth spread through her. He is a good man. He's always been a good man.
After her brief stop there, she walked as briskly as possible back to the little cool shack that she had woke in. In truth, it was much better than a shack, but she was not sure what else to call it.
In a way, long long long ago, it reminded her of her first place she'd ever took up residency. It was hidden away. And it certainly wasn't hers. Not really.
Stepping back inside the small cabin, she settled at the small table. She ate her fill before moving her chair closer to the small fire to take its warmth. It hadn't occurred to her, but someone obviously was maintaining that fire. It simply couldn't exist on its own. It was super small, but more like a banked fire.... the coals low, but enough flame to lick up from time to time. She leaned forward to take a small piece of wood from the wood pile that was stacked neatly nearby, and added it to the coals. The flames reared up gladly.
Sometimes a long sleep can heal the heart and soul of a creature. Sometimes it can also send you down a long darkness that is sometimes hard to shake. In this world, a long sleep is sometimes desired or needed for one reason or another, but becomes so very hard to return from. Somehow, the being(s) that keep this worlds balance alive, understood that.
Her eyes finally fluttered open. She had been at rest for a lengthy time. Her body ached with the muscle loss during her extended period of calm. This time when her eyes opened, it was different. Sitting up, she looked around. She was not in her home. Their home. It was what looked to be a small cabin. There was a small table, one chair and a tiny fire that was lit in a hearth. It was cool, but not overly cold. There were no fine furnishings, only things of need.
Pushing herself up, she moved her feet to the side of the small bed. There was only enough room for herself, really, as it wasn't a spacious area as a whole. Her mind immediately thought of her husband and a sadness fell over her. She lifted a hand to her temple in an attempt to remember. She hadn't meant to fall into a deep sleep like this. Not to this extent, and it was a great extent.
They had had so many plans. Her hand flew to her stomach... A child? Where was the child? Did it live? Does it live? Was it lost? Her head ached and with that, her heart filled with a certain dread. She could feel a wound on her heart that would nor could never heal. She rubbed her abdomen. She definately was not pregnant. Was it a dream? The hole in her heart spoke to her gently, and she knew without a doubt that she had never been fully blessed, thus, a child had never fully developed, nor had it made its way into the world in the normal way. Yes, one had begun, but things she would never understand, stopped it.
Why,...oh why had this happened to her? She felt herself slipping into a certain unknown despair. It was a loss she would have to deal with before she could fully recover from her sleep, but before she could sink too far, her mind switched suddenly.
It wasn't by choice that her mind seemed to be shooting all kinds of thoughts about it. There was so much confusion and emotions she didn't know where to start.. OR, to begin. The fact that she was awake was maybe a miracle, but beyond that, it was an overload of so many confusing things. She had memories of her sister time and again, but everything was unclear and so foggy. She held her head in her hands to stop the room from spinning suddenly, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. When it stopped, she opened them once more. Taking a deep breath, her body ached to stand.
Over the edge of the bed, she swung her legs as she made to get up. She was wobbly, but stable enough. Her bare feet chilled by the floor boards. Something nagged at her. A lot of time had passed, she could feel it. Her slow steps brought her the door. Pulling gently it swung easily open. Immediately she raised a hand to shade her eyes from the bright sun, a crisp wind swept in and stole her breath away. Her brow furrowed with concern, not for herself but for those that cared about her. She wondered if they still cared... Or had moved on.
Her mind flew to her husband. Her heart still belonged to him. It always had, her promise to him still rang true and was as strong as the day it was bound to him. Moving out into the light, she didn't even take notice of what she had on, a shift of some sort. It didn't matter to her. Every step she forced in front of her was stronger than the last. She turned slightly as something caught her eye. She had been resting in a place that seemed sacred. A place she didn't even realize existed, but reason in her mind told her that it must, as this, what happened to her, must happen to others? Right? she questioned of herself.
The construction of what seemed to be for just her, didn't look new, but it didn't look old either. It was well constructed with meticulous care. And served a specific purpose. Her heart felt suddenly heavy, yet it leapt with the smallest, tiniest space of hope. Near the side of the small cabin, was a stone. At first she didn't understand, but took a step towards it. She read her name. And a tear escaped without warning. A Grave Stone. Someone had prepared one... was it just in case?? This rocked her to the core. She hugged herself and dropped to her knees, thankful. Someone had not given up on her. She sobbed for a few moments, as emotions flooded her. She needed to weep and feel alive after so long at rest. When the emotions subsided, her brain engaged once more. It didn't provide any better clarity than before.
She was thin and in need of food. Pushing herself from the ground, looked around. She slightly recognize the area, though it was long grown up from what she last remembered. Tuv.. she had to see him. Embarrassment and shame crept into her mind. How had be been? So much time.. She felt nervous suddenly. Would he still view her as his wife? Were they strangers now? What would happen when she saw him for the first time? She felt chilled, and wrapped her arms around herself for comfort.
Once more her emotions took over her and she felt ill to her stomach. She couldn't just seek him out, could she? No... no. Not yet. She couldn't know his feelings, and she would need to beg his forgiveness. She couldn't know anyone's feelings, to be fair. So many times she had tried to return to the world, but failed... the sleepiness wouldn't leave her enough for her to make a full recovery. It always overtook her once more, dragging her back into a deep darkness that once entered, felt like a soothing hug. It called you back... it beckoned to you like a lover... Keeping you safe and warm.
But it was a lie.
She understood this. No, she would not seek him out right away. She had to have time. She just hoped he would understand that she needed to make sure that darkness would not come to lure her back into it this time. She would use the small place as a base of sorts, until she was able to be sure. If someone came, she would deal with that then. She had no idea if anyone had even come to her side while she slept. She hoped that they did, but she could understand if as days blended into one-another, how it could become harder to do so.
As she walked, her mind wandered, but her stomach grumbled. She made her way silently to her Bakery. It was closed up tightly. Finding a spare key, she opened the back door and let herself in. Dust was everywhere. That wasn't unusual, as this was a bakery, but it wasn't flour dust. She frowned a little... She then made her way to a large cabinet. At the base and towards the back a small drawer could be found by feeling the difference in the wood. With instinct and a bit of muscle memory, she found it. The drawer, she wiggled and it moved freely finally, so that she may peer inside, before removing some coins and closing it once more.
Slipping out of the bakery, she was glad to see everything seemed fine and in good repair. She placed the key in its hiding spot and moved towards the market. It was later in the day, so there would not be a lot of people about. That was to her liking. She hated being so secretive, but she knew this was needed. Anyone she met, she didn't recognize. It also confirmed that a good deal of time had passed. Food secured, she moved to the town notice board, just to take a brief look. She saw her husbands name, to her surprise. She smiled inwardly. He was alive and Mayor currently. She felt warmth spread through her. He is a good man. He's always been a good man.
After her brief stop there, she walked as briskly as possible back to the little cool shack that she had woke in. In truth, it was much better than a shack, but she was not sure what else to call it.
In a way, long long long ago, it reminded her of her first place she'd ever took up residency. It was hidden away. And it certainly wasn't hers. Not really.
Stepping back inside the small cabin, she settled at the small table. She ate her fill before moving her chair closer to the small fire to take its warmth. It hadn't occurred to her, but someone obviously was maintaining that fire. It simply couldn't exist on its own. It was super small, but more like a banked fire.... the coals low, but enough flame to lick up from time to time. She leaned forward to take a small piece of wood from the wood pile that was stacked neatly nearby, and added it to the coals. The flames reared up gladly.