Post by lynnelia arnett on Jul 1, 2017 19:24:29 GMT
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It had been a cruel few days since she’d woken up.
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Lynnelia couldn’t shake the feeling that what she’d gone through wasn’t simply a nightmare. Of course, she hadn’t seen any of the other women who were with her, but she had seen the news articles.
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It seems they weren’t the only ones to be wrecked with terror.
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She’d gone to Venice Beach everyday since; tried to paint, but all that came to her mind were the horrors she had been witness to, and she’d given up — decided she needed to give herself some time before she could allow life to return to how it once was for her. She could feel that she’d changed— perhaps grown more cynical, hardened into a person who had braved what seemed to be the worst and just barely survived. She hoped she was stronger now— not so weak-willed and helpless as she was in that room; that her strength would not wane as it did in those moments, that her rationale would not leave her again.
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Truth be told, she feared who she became in that chamber.
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Lost in her thoughts, with the tide ebbing over her feet as she sat there, forearms held against the tops of her raised knees, hands interlocked, Lynnelia wasn’t particularly paying attention to Medea until the fox spoke up.
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I know what you went through is hard to deal with, she started, her gaze falling, concerned, on Lynnelia’s face. Perhaps you should seek those women out? It could be comforting to speak with those who truly understand what transpired in that… for lack of a better word, that nightmare.
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Lynnelia knew the fox was trying to comfort her, push her in the right direction to regain what her life had been before that wretched evening. In fact, Medea hadn’t dematerialized ever since Lynnelia woke up, especially after the witch mentioned that she couldn’t feel their connection wherever she was. The fox had taken it upon herself to always be at her witch’s side, a reassurance that she wasn’t apparently “dreaming” once more.
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While it had only been a few days, Lynnelia still appreciated the effort; it calmed her, knowing that her familiar was always with her— protecting her.
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I probably should, shouldn’t I? I just want to know what happened to us… what happened to Sundial.
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Lynnelia glanced around her, not that she was particularly looking for something or someone, merely to admire the scenery to get her mind off of things a bit— until she glimpsed someone she could swear she knew.
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The short, similarly colored hair and the dark cloth covering the witch’s eyes left little doubt in Lynn’s mind: that was Eira.
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Medea, looking over to see what had caught her bonded’s interest, implored that Lynnelia approach her fellow coven member; so, Lynnelia, pushing herself up off of the shoreline, took up a light jog and called out to the witch once she was near enough, Medea trotting along beside her.
[break]
Lynnelia couldn’t shake the feeling that what she’d gone through wasn’t simply a nightmare. Of course, she hadn’t seen any of the other women who were with her, but she had seen the news articles.
[break]
It seems they weren’t the only ones to be wrecked with terror.
[break]
She’d gone to Venice Beach everyday since; tried to paint, but all that came to her mind were the horrors she had been witness to, and she’d given up — decided she needed to give herself some time before she could allow life to return to how it once was for her. She could feel that she’d changed— perhaps grown more cynical, hardened into a person who had braved what seemed to be the worst and just barely survived. She hoped she was stronger now— not so weak-willed and helpless as she was in that room; that her strength would not wane as it did in those moments, that her rationale would not leave her again.
[break]
Truth be told, she feared who she became in that chamber.
[break]
Lost in her thoughts, with the tide ebbing over her feet as she sat there, forearms held against the tops of her raised knees, hands interlocked, Lynnelia wasn’t particularly paying attention to Medea until the fox spoke up.
[break]
I know what you went through is hard to deal with, she started, her gaze falling, concerned, on Lynnelia’s face. Perhaps you should seek those women out? It could be comforting to speak with those who truly understand what transpired in that… for lack of a better word, that nightmare.
[break]
Lynnelia knew the fox was trying to comfort her, push her in the right direction to regain what her life had been before that wretched evening. In fact, Medea hadn’t dematerialized ever since Lynnelia woke up, especially after the witch mentioned that she couldn’t feel their connection wherever she was. The fox had taken it upon herself to always be at her witch’s side, a reassurance that she wasn’t apparently “dreaming” once more.
[break]
While it had only been a few days, Lynnelia still appreciated the effort; it calmed her, knowing that her familiar was always with her— protecting her.
[break]
I probably should, shouldn’t I? I just want to know what happened to us… what happened to Sundial.
[break]
Lynnelia glanced around her, not that she was particularly looking for something or someone, merely to admire the scenery to get her mind off of things a bit— until she glimpsed someone she could swear she knew.
[break]
The short, similarly colored hair and the dark cloth covering the witch’s eyes left little doubt in Lynn’s mind: that was Eira.
[break]
Medea, looking over to see what had caught her bonded’s interest, implored that Lynnelia approach her fellow coven member; so, Lynnelia, pushing herself up off of the shoreline, took up a light jog and called out to the witch once she was near enough, Medea trotting along beside her.
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