Hidden away in the breaking shadows, a young Claith girl sat besides the creek hidden nearly entirely by green. She had stalked the area for several days and none seemed to want to venture down to its shore. She laid in a green dress, paler than the surrounding vegetation, her ginger hair standing out among the unified color. Her fingers danced along the water's surface lazily. While she was usually in a panic and hiding behind Bran, she now was in a peace rarely achieved by any as the flowing water reminded her of the stream by her isle home.
She closed her eyes and sighed in content, the peaceful memories of home returning for once and not the dark ones. She thought of her sister leaning over her and tapping her nose like she used to do to wake her when she's drifted to sleep by her little stream. The memory brought faintest of smiles to her lips as she opened her eyes, a raindrop managing to find its why through the overhanging leaves.
The raindrop landed lightly on her forehead, much like the affectionate kisses her mother used to give her when she was a young child and her mother still loved her. The girl raised a hand and carefully wiped her palm over her forehead to wash away the thoughts of long ago.
She sat up and raised her hand from the surface of the water, a few drops following it for a moment before she relaxed and they hesitated a moment and dropped back to the creek with a quiet splash. The rain began to fall around her and surround her in a quiet little home of memories. But eventually a crack of thunder awoke her from her thoughts and she raised her face up, more rain battling its way down to her.
Slowly she rose and stepped gingerly from her little haven and back into the shadows of her friends. Back into the shadows of Regalia's forgotten.
She closed her eyes and sighed in content, the peaceful memories of home returning for once and not the dark ones. She thought of her sister leaning over her and tapping her nose like she used to do to wake her when she's drifted to sleep by her little stream. The memory brought faintest of smiles to her lips as she opened her eyes, a raindrop managing to find its why through the overhanging leaves.
The raindrop landed lightly on her forehead, much like the affectionate kisses her mother used to give her when she was a young child and her mother still loved her. The girl raised a hand and carefully wiped her palm over her forehead to wash away the thoughts of long ago.
She sat up and raised her hand from the surface of the water, a few drops following it for a moment before she relaxed and they hesitated a moment and dropped back to the creek with a quiet splash. The rain began to fall around her and surround her in a quiet little home of memories. But eventually a crack of thunder awoke her from her thoughts and she raised her face up, more rain battling its way down to her.
Slowly she rose and stepped gingerly from her little haven and back into the shadows of her friends. Back into the shadows of Regalia's forgotten.
