Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2023 20:35:43 GMT -5
[ made for Cassian Rainecourt ]
”Grow.”
Alys didn’t know how when he first said it. She previously had been told to lay low. To not speak of it to anyone. Yet how? She couldn’t hide the damage, not forever. So she retreated. Cassian had another at his side, a stronger one. She hadn’t even heard a whisper of the full moon and what it meant. Hadn’t run with them since she and Regan’s fight. She didn’t trust the one that Cassian said he could control. So she kept away.
But maybe that’s what she had needed. In the way her world had crashed to the ground and flipped upside in the last year, maybe she had needed to be away to find a small sliver of herself again. The woman who came from nothing, scavenged and worked to stand at a position that so many others could barely dream of. Let alone stand within her role. Even if it was taken from her now, it had been hers. She had held it firmly for seven years. A witch who had once been just happy enough to find a way to fill her belly a few times a week…
She came and went now, like a shadow cast on the castle walls. She took some time with the twins away, something she had needed. But knew they were best taken care of up at the castle. She stopped secluding herself in her study at all times, leaving it to occasionally now when it grew dark out. She found a place to sleep outside the lounge in her office. And while the rumors of her sudden appearance seemed to run wild, Alys didn’t entertain them. Focused on working with a new unit she had started following. A unit of witches she was hand selecting. But that was only a small thing, for now, her mind was with her twins.
Just outside the walls, alone and away from the military wing, she stood with them. Some training weapons leaned against the dark stone and the three of them laid on the ground staring up at the swirl of clouds. While the hood was up originally, it fell from her face as the three laid with their heads all touching. “There’s a face in that one!” One of the twins pointed, the other one replying “where? I don’t see it.” Their voices soft, Alys’ scarred hand raising to point along Adda’s: “There.” She said, tilting her head to look over at Atlas who turned his head from side to side until: “Oh I see it! But look at that one there…” and this went on until Alys heard the footsteps, making her sit to face who approached.