08-05-2018, 01:55 AM
BEATRICE
[MY BABY]
"Time heals all wounds." Wasn't that how the saying went? Beatrice tried to recount it, word for word. It was something her mother and father would whisper in the early morning hours whenever a tragedy would befall their family, their friends, their village. She had never believed the little saying, even as a child. Now that she was older, she knew that was even less true.
Time didn't heal anything. It just made one more bitter and angry and sad. It had been too many weeks and too many months to remember how long it had been since she was transformed back into an animal by Adelaide. At some point, she had just stopped counting. It didn't matter anymore anyway. Time was irrelevant in her case.
She tried to allow her mind to relax for once as she moved towards the ancient steam train. She had heard various herbs grew around the area, and she figured she should start up her Sage duties. Herb gathering appeared simple enough. Before Beatrice could even gather a single plant, clicking filled her ears. Her bluebirds sang back, responding to Malkyn's vocalizations. Confusion clouded her gaze for a split second, but once she heard Bakugou speak, she realized the hellhound must be a joiner.
Beatrice really needed to familiarize herself with who was in the Typhoon and who wasn't considering she thought Malkyn was already a resident...
The cattle dog moved to stand next to the hot-headed ragdoll, and she gave a once over to the newcomer. "I'm Beatrice." Short. Simple. Bakugou had already asked the important question.
"Time heals all wounds." Wasn't that how the saying went? Beatrice tried to recount it, word for word. It was something her mother and father would whisper in the early morning hours whenever a tragedy would befall their family, their friends, their village. She had never believed the little saying, even as a child. Now that she was older, she knew that was even less true.
Time didn't heal anything. It just made one more bitter and angry and sad. It had been too many weeks and too many months to remember how long it had been since she was transformed back into an animal by Adelaide. At some point, she had just stopped counting. It didn't matter anymore anyway. Time was irrelevant in her case.
She tried to allow her mind to relax for once as she moved towards the ancient steam train. She had heard various herbs grew around the area, and she figured she should start up her Sage duties. Herb gathering appeared simple enough. Before Beatrice could even gather a single plant, clicking filled her ears. Her bluebirds sang back, responding to Malkyn's vocalizations. Confusion clouded her gaze for a split second, but once she heard Bakugou speak, she realized the hellhound must be a joiner.
Beatrice really needed to familiarize herself with who was in the Typhoon and who wasn't considering she thought Malkyn was already a resident...
The cattle dog moved to stand next to the hot-headed ragdoll, and she gave a once over to the newcomer. "I'm Beatrice." Short. Simple. Bakugou had already asked the important question.
© MADI
[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon